Yeah well, I WAS going to heat up the Gumbo. But during the game M went out “shopping”. You’ll never guess what she came back wtih … oh wait, it’s right there. I put the Gumbo back into the fridge and we pigged out on tacos.
This wasn’t a good choice, for you see, this taco binge gave us both the grumpy poofs.
Vapors of love, baby. Vapors of love…
EW!!!
That ain’t love, that’s indifference!
Or some kinda West Coast thing…
Like…
If it’s yellow let it mellow,
if it’s brown flush it down.
I grossed you out!!! And I didn’t think it was possible!
Hooray for me!!!
It’s just that couples don’t do that
kind’a thing. That right is reserved
for Uncles and Grampaws.
The “grumpy poofs”? ROFL That’s a new one to me, but supposedly more “poofs” mean you’re eating healthily. So we just need to change our perception the next time we’re trapped in an elevator with a healthy person for a long ride. Instead of involuntarily stopping mid-sentence to hold our breath and purse our lips tightly until we turn blue. Now I know why I never liked my Uncles, and I prefer to cling to the belief that women don’t do that sort of thing- at all- ever…
Hey, even we girls “poof” when given just the right kind of nasty food to eat. Garbage in = garbage out; all nasty undigestibles come out one way or the other.
I am not ashamed!!!
i pigged out on ham subs for 2 days.
nothing but.
well some beer and oreo cookies also.
That produced some very stinky farts
Living La Vida Loca, eh?
Yeah well, I WAS going to heat up the Gumbo. But during the game M went out “shopping”. You’ll never guess what she came back wtih … oh wait, it’s right there. I put the Gumbo back into the fridge and we pigged out on tacos.
This wasn’t a good choice, for you see, this taco binge gave us both the grumpy poofs.
Vapors of love, baby. Vapors of love…
EW!!!
That ain’t love, that’s indifference!
Or some kinda West Coast thing…
Like…
If it’s yellow let it mellow,
if it’s brown flush it down.
I grossed you out!!! And I didn’t think it was possible!
Hooray for me!!!
It’s just that couples don’t do that
kind’a thing. That right is reserved
for Uncles and Grampaws.
The “grumpy poofs”? ROFL That’s a new one to me, but supposedly more “poofs” mean you’re eating healthily. So we just need to change our perception the next time we’re trapped in an elevator with a healthy person for a long ride. Instead of involuntarily stopping mid-sentence to hold our breath and purse our lips tightly until we turn blue. Now I know why I never liked my Uncles, and I prefer to cling to the belief that women don’t do that sort of thing- at all- ever…
Hey, even we girls “poof” when given just the right kind of nasty food to eat. Garbage in = garbage out; all nasty undigestibles come out one way or the other.
I am not ashamed!!!
i pigged out on ham subs for 2 days.
nothing but.
well some beer and oreo cookies also.
That produced some very stinky farts