Having a pregnant wife makes hugging hard, as there’s always this little unborn creature curled up in the way. It kept Ellen Page from dancing close to Jason Bateman in “Juno.”
When I brush up against baby girth and Pretty Bride says, “something’s come between us,” I don’t think about Ellen Page or future baby boy, however. I think about R.L.T., as in Rectal Love Train. There were a band made up of a few of my friends in high school in the early 1990s who got some airtime on the local community college’s radio station. One of their hits included the lyrics:
“Something’s come between us,
someone else’s penis.
Don’t you know those aren’t teardrops on your chin?”
It’s nice, really, thinking about 17-year-old kids screaming about infidelity instead of the miracle of childbirth. Give it a try sometime.
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Wow.
That is funny…
ha. You slightly misquoted the line though. The actual lyric was:
“Something’s come between us,
someone else’s penis.
I KNOW those aren’t teardrops on your chin?”
That’s funny.
Even funnier is if your wife were to ask what you were thinking–and mid-hug you say “rectal train love.” And then walk off to watch TV.
i agree…it’s bad enough that she knows where my head is, even if i don’t verbalize it!