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shining example of sanity

We both laughed hysterically.

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But no one else was laughing.

'Why weren't they laughing?'

"Why aren't you laughing?" I asked, looking around.

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Betty shrugged her shoulders.

"What is so funny?"

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"Are you ... shittin' .. me," Russell gasped.

"You are part of a group called Bullshit."

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We started laughing again. Tears were filling my eyes.

I think I even peed a little.

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Russell did pee.

On the floor.

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"What are you talking about?" Betty demanded to know.

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I struggled to stop laughing.

"Betty, your group, the Brotherhood of Unicycle Lads and Limp-nodes .... whatever, whatever whatever. it stands for Bullshit."

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I could see Betty thinking, then she thought out loud.

"B, o, u, l, a, l, s, t, h, i, t. That spells Boulalsthit. That's not even a word."

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"No," I half screamed. "You don't use the ofs and ands and tos to make a part of the word. Just the main words."

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Again I could see her thinking.

Her face suddenly changed.

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"Ah ha," I snapped.

"Now you got it."

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"The 's' is silent," she said calmly.

"It spells Bullhit. Kinda like Bullet. Has an edge to it, don't you think?"

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"You can't make the 's' silent," Russell crowed.

He looked at me.

"Can she?"

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I shook my head.

"No. Since when did that start? That's like saying NASA is just NAA."

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"It was my father's group and now it is my group and if I want the 's' silent, then it is silent."

Betty folded her arms and glared at me.

"So there."

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Russell and I stared at each other.

We both shook our heads.

"No way," we both cracked.

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"Way."

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"No way."

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"Look," Betty snapped.

"It is my group and I will call it what I want."