My sister and I are laughing wildly, and dancing in the living room. The radio is on, and instead of singing the actual lyrics - "So take a letter, Maria. Address it to my wife. Say I won't be comin' home, gotta start a new life" we're singing "So take a letter diarrhea. Address it to my wife. Say I won't be comin' home, gotta start a new life (on the commo-o-ode)". Every time we say the word diarrhea, it cracks us up even more, until we can barely stand. We are laughing, and it feels dangerous and daring - if my mom heard, we would, no doubt, get a mouthful of soap.

So, the other day in the car, a song came on - and both boys belted out "Something's getting in the way, something's just about to break. I will try to find my place, in diarrhea paa-a-a-ain." Loudly, in harmony. Then cracked up laughing. (actual lyrics are 'try to find my place in the diary of Jane') I guess some things have changed in our family traditions - 'cause I was cracking up too, right along with them, no Ivory in sight or mind.
* Did you know if you microwave a bar of Ivory it will puff up like a cloud? Takes about 2 minutes, and is very, very cool. And your whole house will smell like Ivory!
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Takes potty-mouth to a whole new level.
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