Ass Burgers?!?!?

So this story must also be told…because it’s just too funny to be left unsaid. So I’m walking back from a café on Old Towne Square with Stephen and his friend Andrew, who is here for a week doing stuff for his graduate studies at UC Berkeley. I’m talking about my first day in Prague when we did the drop-off (see previous post). I was talking about having to guide everyone in my group on my own because Lauren had puked on the side of a street corner and wasn’t feeling so hot, and the other girl that was with us, Alex, has Aspergers disorder (the relevance being that she cannot understand maps and directions).

Stephen, with the greatest look of disbelief, looks back and forth between Andrew and I, and says, “What?!?!? Ass burgers?!?!” Ahahaha…it was absolutely hysterical!!! He had never heard of it before, and understandably, was dumbfounded at someone having ass burgers. So for all of you out there that have never heard of it, at least now you have been saved from the awkwardness of misconstruing the meaning of the disorder the next time you hear it pass in conversation.