too funny to keep to myself

so the last post title is particularly funny to me because we bought a 3-pack of zest at a gas station on the way to bonnaroo, and used it to wash up with in the gross rotten egg water that they provided while we were camping there.

erik did not feel that this made him qualify as “clean”, much less “zestfully clean”, despite my somewhat compulsive need to sing the jingle every time i smelled the ridiculously strong “mountain fresh!” scent, which happened like ten times a day, because that shit is strong, and it was in the trunk next to the toilet paper.

“but you’re surely not as dirty as you were before,” i said, as we walked back to the tent after a morning splash in the sinks.

“true.”

and then, after a short silence, erik cracked one of those gleeful smiles and said:

“you’re not fully dirty when you’re zestfully dirty!”

and i will never, ever hear that slogan again without laughing for an hour and a half in tribute to such brilliance.

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