One day we were stuck in the house and this horrid movie came on that Finance had to watch. Pootie Tang.
To Finance it was. 'How can you NOT watch a film called Pootie Tang?'. To me, it was 'Why would I want to watch a film called Pootie Tang?'. Wa Da Ta.
Never trust a man who would label a film like 'Welcome To Whoop-Whoop', a classic. And if you have never seen it. Don't.
So he watched Pootie Tang while I writhed on and off the couch like a 4 year old who has been sent to 'the naughty chair'. My eyeballs explored remote places of my eye sockets never before ventured. It was torture. Have you ever experienced a moment in your relationship where you are looking at your sexy, intelligent, fascinating, dare I say sometimes brilliant, counterpart, almost in tears he is so amused, by something you have never in your life found to be more retarded and you think to yourself 'This is the man i have chosen to procreate with?'.
Yeah. So back to Pootie Tang. I mean, with such memorable lines like: "You can't hurt a ho with a belt... they like that shit." What's not to like?
For the next month, at least, I had to hear my 30 year old very white man-child running around the house snappin' imaginary belts yellin out 'WA DA TA!'. I also recall hearing 'Nay to the say' quite a few times too, but I think he made that one up all by his self!
All of yesterdays talk about Putang had me thinking about 'Pootie Tang' this morning, so I thought I would share.
And I will leave you all with a great photo. Something about this picture that just says everything. I am this kids self appointed cyber nanny. Thanks for giving us all such great pictures Ted.
This is Liam. After a really long day.
