THAT'S DISGUSTING!

I know I know, but listen, I raised three disgusting boys so I appreciate toilet humor. (ie: farts are funny!) We were at Costco last week and stock up on some meat. They have really good prices, the quality is good and we stock up and freeze meat for the month. BH reaches into the meat case and pulls out this pork roast. And I'm looking at that thing and I know exactly what my boys would do with such a thing but I'm not saying anything because, I don't know, BH doesn't seem to think this piece of meat is as funny as I do. I mean, I didn't laugh or anything, I'm just holding my breath waiting to see if such a joke is going to come out. Nothing. So I say, "It's an awful BIG piece of MEAT" and he says "I know, but we can cut it into chops or smaller roasts." all the while waving this thing around a little. "Ok, sure." I say. Hurriedly tucking that thing in the cart. That was it.

Later BH brings up the pork roast. I think it weighed about 9-10 pounds. We're talking about this HUGE piece of meat and so help me I had to start laughing.

And he says, "What?"
And I say, "It's just a funny looking piece of meat is all."
And he says, "What do you mean?" I now know he is baiting me.
And I say after much hemming and hawing "It looks like a donkey dick."
Again I am laughing and I tell him what my boys would HAVE to do with the thing. To which he humors me with a picture. Requesting only that his face not be shown.

Which was shared with my parents that came over for THE BBQ, and his son, who thinks (knows) I'm a nut job, and with all of you, because, please, you had to see this thing.

Oh and there is another pug in the family. My dad tells me (on the phone) that he talked to his brother (my uncle) the other day. Now on the phone my dad is a soft talker, very soft. Combine this with his thick German accent and sometimes it's difficult to understand him. I grew up with it so I honestly don't hear his accent, but on the phone, sometimes, I have trouble understanding him.

dad: Your aunt got a new dog.
(my aunt raised Bouviers for years, my uncle raised Rotts)
me: Oh what'd she get?
dad: A puck.
(I swear he said puck)
me: A pup? Did she get a puppy?
dad: Yes I think it's a puppy, he says it's all over the house.
me: So what kind is it.
dad: A puck ( I know he's saying puck)
me: A puck?
dad: No, a puck!
me: A puck?
dad: Like Frank! A puck!
me: Oh, a pug!
dad: Yes, a puck! And he says the damn thing is shedding all over the house!
me: Yeah, they do that.

So, we have a new puck in the family. I hope they send pictures.