[The Boy and I are sitting on the couch, discussing how best to take photos of my paintings]
Me: ...Maybe if I stood back and used the camera zoom...?
Boy: You should never zoom unless you're using a tripod.
Me: You're a tripod!
Boy: Am not! That third appendage is clearly not a leg. It doesn't have a foot on the end of it.
Me: [Placing my foot on The Boy's lap]: it does now!
Boy: I see what you did there.
[As I remove my foot from The Boy's crotch, a bit of floor grit rubs off onto him.]
Boy: Please don't wipe gross things on my beautiful nutsack.
... it was a gooey half-composted orange peel
ReplyDeleteAlso *cues Manson music*
ReplyDeleteTHE BEAUTIFUL NUTSACK! THE BEAUTIFUL NUTSACK!
It's all relative to the size of your ass crack!
I LOL'd, and I do not LOL lightly. :)
ReplyDeleteOH MY GOD, BOY, PLEASE STOP SINGING THAT SONG. And the orange peel would've been a few hours old, tops. :P
ReplyDeletewimsey: you watch...it sneaks up on you...you'll have random flashbacks and start giggling.
bwahahahaha, i read this out loud to my guy and the response was, "that sounds like us." especially the "you're a tripod" part, that is basically the form for my response to... everything.
ReplyDeleteIt makes me happy that other couples are dorks like us. :D
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