Well, the brain tends to conflate such things. It's how legends are born and perpetuated.
So in a few years I'll be up there with such luminaries as Paul Bunyan and John Henry?
"Oh, had to be 'bout ought-six that Miracleman come out the wilderness. Had no idea how civilized folk like you 'n me acted; didn't kill with a gun or a bomb, but with his own bare hands or maybe a knife. Ate food without asking if it was 'organic'. Noble savage type.
"Anyway, at one soiree or t'other he come stridin' in, giant and brash, wearin' stripey tights an' a candy bra. Felled twenty-seven drunken Buffistas at once, just by lookin' at him. Felled a dozen or so more by laughing his boomin' laugh, swilling back an entire barrel o' beer in one go and threatenin' to do worse...like wear the candy 'nut hut'..."
Hand to the gods, I have never actually spit on the monitor.
Until my husband typed "candy 'nut hut' ".
...and the legend grows....
I'm picturing the thatching on the candy nut hut
I'm picturing the thatching on the candy nut hut
Flaked coconut.
I burned out parts of my own brain, just now.
Honey, where'd you put that check I need to deposit??
Nebbermind - found it.
Honey, where'd you put that check I need to deposit??
Nebbermind - found it.
Good. 'cause the answer was "Uh...in your hand."
Can't. Breathe. From. Laughing. Too. Hard.
Was it in the nut hut?
Scene: Back room of a Wells Fargo branch. The day is ending and all that remains to do is sort the checks deposited in the ATM.
Employee 1: How many do we got to do?
Employee 2: Not many. We'll be out of here pretty quick.
Employee 1 opens envelope.
E1: Hey...check this out.
E2: What?
E1: Is it still Halloween or something?
E2: No. Why?
E1: This check. It smells like candy. Like...coconut. And, hey, is that a Smartie?
E2: DON'T EAT IT!! DROP THE CHECK AND STEP AWAY!
E2 hits an alarm button. Heavy metal gates drop from the ceiling, trapping them inside. Red lights flash. A recorded announcement blares "PLEASE EVACUATE THE BUILDING! BIO-HAZARD EMERGENCY! PLEASE EVACUATE THE BUILDING! BIO HAZARD EMERGENCY!..."
E1: Holy shit! What is it?! Anthrax?!
E2: NUT HUT!!
E1: We're so fucked.
