reasons i love my lovely wife: day 18
She has never once berated me for my lack of washboard abs by exclaiming “A six-pack would go down great right about now!” and then glaring at my stomach.
this be where jason sweeney comes to waste your time and his.
yeah. i've discovered twitter. alas.
- Does the fact that cats like me mean I will die in a newspaper-strewn apartment with said cats eating my face? Or is that my wife's job? 2 hrs ago
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- Awash in mucus of varying textures and solidity. 1 day ago
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January 23rd, 2007 at 3:18 am
Lucky you. My wife always says “Nice ass” when we visit the animals at the state fair, then glares at the way my pants fit.
(Not sure if that gag really works. Are there donkeys at state fairs?)
January 23rd, 2007 at 9:10 am
At least she doesn’t say, “Nice burro.”
…
Wait. That makes no sense.
Either way, I feel your pain.
January 23rd, 2007 at 8:43 pm
Hey, if a 6-pack is good, isn’t a 2-4 or a keg even better? I know, spoken like a true American from “super-size me” land.
January 24th, 2007 at 9:27 am
Just trying to imagine a 2-4 on my belly.
I think that would involve a troubling extra number of muscles…