Okay, so I'm ostensibly the wordmeister in this household, but I gotta tell you, my guy makes me just about pee myself laughing at least once a day. Check this one out:
We're watching TV news the other night (I know, I know – almost always a misguided activity) and the top story's about (what else) Dubya's continued, mystifying instistence that the troops in Iraq should "stay the course."
Papillon: Oh, for the love of God!
G-man: George Bush Senior should have pulled out earlier.
Bwah-hah!
About Me
- Papillon
- An unabashedly immature "grown-up" and recovering English major, I'm happily married to the inimitable G-man, who shares my warped sense of humor and has the patience of Job. (Pretty much an essential qualification for being happily married to me.) We're childless (and childish) by choice, although we enjoy other peoples' children – until the temper tantrums kick in, anyway. I have a tendency towards depression, but my determination to laugh at least once a day for the rest of my life keeps it at bay. My hope is that I've finally grown enough (metaphoric) cojones to write from the heart and offer hope (in the form of laughter) to those who may find themselves wondering "Am I the only freak in the world who feels this way?" God, no. You're not. Trust me. ¡Ahora con mas cojones! Add to Technorati Favorites
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