No, this isn’t a post about The Shins. Though we are loving that new album like a fat kid loves cake. This post is actually about coining a new phrase.

You see, we were stuck in a long line (quelle surprise) at the Philadelphia airport earlier this week. We were silently simmering when we heard an older guy say to his wife, “This is the price we pay for safety.” His solemn saying belonged on a t-shirt, but it was somewhat true. So we took out our cell phone and started at “A,” bothering all of our friends so we wouldn’t freak out while waiting to get through security. And by the time we got to “K,” we’d coined a new phrase.

Pencopal: So with [redacted], there’s this weird attraction slash urge to punch him in the face.

KG: So it would be an angry fuck.

Pencopal: It’s more than that. Remember that scene in Urban Cowboy when Debra Winger is riding the mechanical bull?

KG: Yeah.

Pencopal: It’d kind of be like that. I’d be Debra Winger and he’d be the bull. Except I’d be punching him in the face at the same time.

KG: You have issues.

Pencopal: I don't deny it. So does [redacted]. He’d probably like it.

KG: We should name it. Why should guys have all the fun, with their Dirty Sanchezes and Blumpkins? What would you call that move?

Pencopal: I’d make it an homage to the movie. The Urban Cowpunch?

KG: Perfect.

Pencopal: I’m totally going to Urban Cowpunch [redacted].

KG: I’ll be waiting for details.

You heard it here, first, people. We Googled it and it seems no one has used the phrase before. It's ours.

It’s Friday night. Go out and get your Urban Cowpunch on.

Image Credit: Flickr user Tom Harpel