Wednesday, May 2, 2007

On poor word choice

Just about every year, there comes a moment of total giddiness amidst simple, every day conversation with a friend. You never know when it will come, but when it does, it's all I can do not to wet myself from laughing so hard.

This grand moment comes only when the stars align and when a friend's combination of alcohol intake, fatigue and/or general confusion intersect.

That's right. There is no greater moment that can emerge from the everyday than overhearing someone say "self-defecating" instead of "self-deprecating".

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