Dreams are weird things. For instance, there might be a neologism that you understand implicitly—sounds like a definition your friends may make you read aloud in Urban Dictionary to corrupt you, .
Here was a weird dream:
She says, “Things have gone a little stale in bed so I’m going to get him a Happy Pen.”
“Oh, what’s a “Happy Pen?” one asks
She rolls her eyes.
Later that day, they come across her boyfriend. “Hey, we heard she’s going to get you a Happy Pen.” they say laughing.
“Look,” he says with frustration. “It’s not just a happy pen. I mean there’s more to it that just that. Maybe an Olive Garden before that and a kiss afterward.”
“Oh, what’s an “Olive Garden”?”
(I”m surprised they aren’t in Urban Dictioanry. You’d think if there’s a Hefty Midget, there’d be these.)
This reminds me of college where I was a house waiter.
After serving dinner the w8rs used to sit at table, drink, and talk. The rule was nobody could leave the dining hall, unless everyone stood up at once. Since the excom was traditionally held by w8rs, most house business was informally handled at this time. The rest of it was frustrate your friends by .
One of us would make up neologisms for novel sexual acts in the hopes that everyone else would get so offended they’d stand up.
In those days there was no Urban Dictonary; there was, however, the alt.sex FAQ.
After dinner he’d submit his made-up-shit to alt.sex.
He managed to get a couple of them in the FAQ.
In case you were wondering, the only surefire way to get every waiter to stand up at once was to fart. You precede this period of flatulence with an imperative pun. “Wait!”
“Wait!” someone yells.
(Everyone stops talking and pauses)
“Ahh geez!” (Everyone stands up at once.)