A Package At The Front Door
Filed under: Deserving - January 21, 2008 @ 1:00 pm
(walking up to the front porch of our house)
Him: Looks like we got a package.
Me: (fairly shrieking) Is it my new dildo?
Him: Could you say that just a little bit louder? I don’t think the neighbors two streets down heard you.
(It wasn’t a dildo - it was my order of marblies.)
January 21st, 2008 at 2:37 pm
I think your marblies were the cause of one of my dysentery-induced nightmared this weekend. Something about a man throwing a monkey in the air and it broke in a million pieces and rained down as marbles that dented the man’s skull and pushed out his eyeballs.
Disturbing.
January 22nd, 2008 at 1:50 am
Do you mean to tell us that hard, round objects have come into your possession that you don’t intend to use for sexual purposes? Please!