Have you whacked yourself in the chest yet?
I have been laughing a lot this morning, which admittedly, is a change of pace for my morning routine. And it’s amazing that even despite the asshats with whom I must share the early morning commute, bitching all the way, I still find a way to laugh.
So I’m talking to my lovely friend Rachel this morning and she’s talking about how James, her “not gay” friend, has a corncob up his ass about some issue that is unbeknownst to her. I told her that maybe it wasn’t a corncob — maybe it was a small shoe, or a bee. Which of course triggered instant recall of that AbFab episode where they’re cracked out and Eddie’s phone goes off and Patsy’s all “Is it a bee!?”
Then I found this great page of AbFab quotes (which is obviously not complete — lacking a lot of great lines like “You little bitch troll from hell!”) So I’ve been laughing all morning.
I, of course, shared this wealth of comedy with Rachel. She’s laughing, I’m laughing, and as it spreads, it’s become this comedic orgy of AbFab. And then she asks me if I’ve whacked myself in the chest yet.
See, this is an observation of Rachel — that when I find something extremely funny, I laugh, throw my head back, and bring my hand to my chest. She notice this and then it became something we were both very conscientious about. And now SHE does it as well. And then we both really laugh. But then our conversations always end in the discussion of poop. *hand to chest*