Brad and I can be very competitive (even though he usually wins, which stinks!) and we were playing one night and not doing very well (not coming up with the big words) and in his efforts to beat the pants off me he started writing down words that he "knew he heard of, but just didn't know the meaning" (aka...making up words.) I was stuck looking up his silly words in the dictionary, and finally, sick of looking up made-up words that just happened to be real (like bot, the larva of a botfly...seriously) I told him he had to define words before I'd look them up. We then came to his next word, which was "naw."
"No way," I said. "Define it."
He looked at me, as serious as I've ever seen him, and said...
"When you're down south and you're in a hotel and they ask you if you want any more taters (yes, he seriously said taters, with a southern drawl and everything...) and you just shake your head and say 'Naaawwww'."
We both cried we were laughing so hard.
It may not sound very funny now, but it sure the heck was that night.
And we weren't even drinking...
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