You say “Boff a” I say bofa…(neither IRL)

Following up on my entry, I decided to bust out with a deez nuts joke via text message to my friend Steven Christopher Wallace. It was the classic “Are you going to see bofa tonight” only he didn’t seem to get it . At first he thought “bofa” mean B of A as in Bank of America…. and I was like no its like how an ebonically charged black person(or other person emulating such perceived culture) would say “both of”…and Steve’s reply was “oh you mean ‘Boff a.'” I told him that I didn’t agree with his pronunciation. “Bofa” makes more sense as it rhymes with sofa, whereas “boff a” would be like “Jimmy Hoffa.”
I hereby submit as evidence, the authoritative website on these matters:

V The Unoriginal Series

Why did they have to remake “V”? Is nothing sacred? I hate remakes…. Can’t they come up with any new ideas? Apparently, exploitation is the new imagination.

I can remember vividly being in the living room at 1320 s. elm grove rd when “V” the original miniseries premiered in 1983. In those days, unless you happened to videotape something on beta, you would never be able to see it again. For much of my childhood I would think about “V” nostalgically and it was only in my memories that I could watch re-runs of tiny memorable highlights of it. You can imagine then how ecstatic I was when out of nowhere in the Summer of 1991, the cable channel WGN decided to re-run “V The Original Miniseries” as well as “V The Final Battle”. My 1991 self was sporting the Edward Furlong “Terminator 2” sidepart haircut that was popular at the time, and I watched every episode with euphoric amazement. Of course, watching old stuff makes you sad too because it makes you think of things from that time period that are gone, and can only be gotten back artificially. So it’s like you can only bring 75% of the magical feeling back, which is good, but comes with a “glass 25% empty” sensation.

In a side note, The alien lady “Diana” from the original 80s version was one of my first childhood sexual fantasies:

p.s. During my Summer of 1991 viewing, I developed a crush on Faye Grant, who became an early adolescent sexual fantasy.
I need not say anymore than that.