Overheard In The Kitchen...
*John has applied an icy/hot patch to my back/shoulder*
[Me:] Could you move it more over here, please?
[John:] Sure. Let me take it off and re-position it.
[Me:] Gently, tho.
[John:] I know. Ready?
[Me:] Yep.
[John:] Okay. One...t-- *RIP*
[Me:] WAAUUUUGHHH!
[John:] *hysterical wheezing laughter*
[Me:] That hurt, you cunt!
[John:] I've always wanted to do that to someone!
[Me:] Great. You're welcome.
*30 minutes later, watching the final episode of Battle Bots: Beta vs Tombstone*
[John:] I love you, Beta, but I'm gonna have to go with the Dark side, here.
[Me:] Oh, gad. This is awful. This is like when the Blackhawks play the Red Wings.
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