Is That What You're Calling It These Days?

Yesterday, on our way out of town, we had to swing by the Horace Mann office so Troy could drop off some papers. I had never been to the office, so I asked, "Where is Horace Mann?"

Troy, who wasn't paying close attention, assumed I was asking where the papers were, so he answered, "In my pocket."

And I said, "Oh, so is that what you're calling it these days?"

His excuse was that Horace sounds a lot like "horse," so naturally he was confused. Yeah, right. You can just keep your Horace Mannhood in your pocket, buddy.

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