Boyfriend likes to call me shankapotamus. He calls me all sorts of weird things all the time, so I didn’t think much of it. Until a conversation like this happened:
Boyfriend: …golf shanks, which aren’t good…
Me: Wait, what’s the shanks?
Me: *thinking* waiiiit.
Boyfriend: What is it?
Me: SO WHEN YOU CALL ME SHANKAPOTAMUS, IT’S REAL THING?!?!
Me: YOU’RE CALLING ME A CROSS BETWEEN A HIPPOPOTAMUS AND A BAD GOLF THING THAT I DON’T QUITE UNDERSTAND!
Boyfriend: It’s just an expression.
|Also "just an expression."|
Boyfriend’s also having a hard time with his golf game. I sexified him a few weeks ago, but that wore off and he’s still slicing the ball or the swing or something.
So last week, I got him a t-shirt. The front looks like this:
And the back, this:
Beautiful, right? This texting happened soon after:
Boyfriend: I may have fixed my slice
Me: Were you wearing the shank shirt?!?!?
Behold the power of shankapotamus
Boyfriend: No it’s in the laundry
Me: Still, since you own it now.
Of the ‘potomus
Yaaaay!!! A few days later, Boyfriend went golfing and things went much, much better. I fixed you, Boyfriend.