"Rub, Enter and Win!"

Last night, Mitch and I went to the volleyball clinic at the Latin school, and over a veggie burrito at Taco Fresco, we planned out tonight's game.

And I started tittering like a 6th grader. When my mind falls in the gutter, it is hard for it to crawl out, and volleyball-talk just sounds dirty. "Spike It!" "Set the ball here!" "If there are only 5 of us, then 3 in front, 2 in back." "Put your hands with your thumbs pointed towards your face when you set the ball."

Granted, some of them are a stretch, but most of them it only takes a little imagination to get your inner middle schooler giggling.

A co-worker and I had this conversation, and he has pointed out the new Pringles game: "Rub, enter and Win!" His comment: "Yeah, that is usually how it works."