Boyfriend: Sometimes in life... swarms of giant penis gophers.
Me: *pulls up the wordpad document*
Boyfriend: I should have seen that coming... like the penis gophers.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
No, no, that's pretty flawed...
Boyfriend: Yeah, but we'd just drank a pot of coffee.
Me: Whose fault was that?
Boyfriend: Yours.
Me: *stare*
Boyfriend: Well I made the coffee, and I drank it of my own free will, but... you're a witch.
Me: *stare*
Boyfriend: My logic is flawless!
Me: Whose fault was that?
Boyfriend: Yours.
Me: *stare*
Boyfriend: Well I made the coffee, and I drank it of my own free will, but... you're a witch.
Me: *stare*
Boyfriend: My logic is flawless!
Saturday, October 29, 2011
How would that even...
TV: Why would you let erectile dysfunction get in the way...
Boyfriend: Well there are A LOT of things erectile dysfunction can get in the way of... painting, for example.
Boyfriend: Well there are A LOT of things erectile dysfunction can get in the way of... painting, for example.
Friday, October 28, 2011
I have never wondered that...
Boyfriend: Sometimes in life, you just have to sit back, consider all your options, and wonder... 'Will my penis fit in there?' and 'Will I get it back?'
Thursday, October 27, 2011
I don't think it was doing that in my toe...
Me: *removes a splinter from my toe* Ha! Fuck you splinter!
Boyfriend: Hey now, it's just doing its best... tryin' to raise some ninja turtles...
Boyfriend: Hey now, it's just doing its best... tryin' to raise some ninja turtles...
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
It's true
Me: We used to scare the shit out of Mom by making frog noises.
Boyfriend: Why?
Me: Because she's scared of reptiles and amphibians... or are you asking why we did it?
Boyfriend: No, I know why you did... but she's fucking bigoted against her own people. Self hate is the worst kind of hate.
Boyfriend: Why?
Me: Because she's scared of reptiles and amphibians... or are you asking why we did it?
Boyfriend: No, I know why you did... but she's fucking bigoted against her own people. Self hate is the worst kind of hate.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
No... no I don't think it could be...
Me: *poking boyfriend's groin*
Boyfriend: Why are you poking it?
Me: I just want to make sure it's a penis.
Boyfriend: Good point, it COULD be a fiddler crab. *humps* PINCH!
Boyfriend: Why are you poking it?
Me: I just want to make sure it's a penis.
Boyfriend: Good point, it COULD be a fiddler crab. *humps* PINCH!
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