A/N: Let me just say that Boreddotcom (I had to get a little creative so it would actually show up -.-') is an actual website – I didn't make it up. And for this I pulled a couple things from it, I'm pretty much quoting it. This also happens to be loosely based on a true story.
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Disclaimer: I own no turtles, nor any websites!
"Look at this one: 'Bib and Tucker.'"
"'Bib and Tucker'?"
"Before you get any bright ideas, it refers to formal dress. As in, 'put on your best bib and tucker.'"
The turtles had come to a new point in their lives. Yes, it had happened, they had all gotten very bored… all at the same time. So bored in fact, that they were now looking up figures of speech, idioms, and what-have-you on Donatello's computer. They actually found a site that was basically one big list. And how appropriate, it was called: Boreddotcom. They were pretty much just scanning through the gigantic list and stopping whenever they found one they thought funny.
"Birds and the bees, birds of a feather flock together, bit off more than you could chew, bite me-"
Mike Snickered. "That should be Raph's slogan." Raphael smacked him upside the head, then took a moment before a menacing smirk overtook his features.
"Bite me."
"Carnival atmosphere," Leo continued on from over Donatello's shoulder, "carpe diem, carrot on a stick-"
"Betcha we could lead Mikey around with a carrot on a stick."
"Hey!"
"Frankly, I think 'doing stupid things is my way of making my life interesting' fits him better." Mikey crossed his arms with a huff and sent a pout at his purple banded brother, who merely smiled cheekily at him. A few moments later Leo suddenly stopped his monotonous tirade of phrases as he stared intently at the screen with a small frown.
"Driving the porcelain bus?"
"What?"
"Let me see!" All four verified that, yes, that is what the computer monitor read.
"I'm stumped." Mikey finally said, leaning back with his hands casually behind his head. "What does 'driving the porcelain bus' mean?"
"I have no clue."
"Dunno." The three turtles looked to their genius brother expectantly. He continued to study the screen a moment as if he wasn't aware of his brothers' questioning gaze, but then shook his head.
"I don't know. I haven't heard of that saying before. Give me a second." Donatello opened another window on the computer and started typing, his brothers all leaning in closer as he Googled their mysterious phrase.
"Here it is. Driving the porcelain bus: 'When throwing up some people grab the toilet bowl like a steering wheel, and buses usually have huge steering wheels. Toilet bowls are made of porcelain therefore throwing up in the toilet in a sense driving a porcelain bus.' "
Honestly? They weren't sure if they should be laughing, or grossed out.
