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The Unit


Some call it their private, some their wee (or the repetitive version: wee-wee) and if you're a part of my family...you call it

The UNIT.

Male, Female, makes no difference, you're dealing with The Unit. While the fact that we also call the remote control to the TV a "unit" can be confusing, generally it's a closed case if one can at all decipher context.

In addition to the convenience of a unisex term, The Unit is ALL inclusive; encompassing but not limited to: the female internal organs (in addition to external), the source of all monthly irritability, and life for that matter, the place you're not allowed to kick Dad when you wrestle...all can be simplified as...The Unit.

You can imagine my amusement (or perhaps a more accurate term, immaturity) when the meeting I scribed for all afternoon was about classes and "units."

Really? To get that degree you need 78 UNITS? That sure is a lot. I can barely figure out having one. That's hardcore.

It takes 16 hours for one unit? Yikes.
I've got a lot to learn.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Some may misinterpret the "Unit" at a party with alcohol involved... just sayin

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