Discussion Continued
Teddy Bear forgot the avocado, and yes I did write it down on the list, complete with a compare and contrast description to the physical properties of titties. With the help of Bleu we have determined that fake boobies were probably better than real ones when selecting avocados. You're welcome.
As I was taking apart the rotisserie chicken for the splendid salad I was creating I saw the wish bone and grabbed that fucker into my greedy little hands. Teddy Bear took hold of one side, I had the other, we wished and we pulled. I lost and TB exclaimed, "I'm getting a blow job tonight!" Fucker.
As I was taking apart the rotisserie chicken for the splendid salad I was creating I saw the wish bone and grabbed that fucker into my greedy little hands. Teddy Bear took hold of one side, I had the other, we wished and we pulled. I lost and TB exclaimed, "I'm getting a blow job tonight!" Fucker.
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posted by Sam at
7:39 PM
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HAHA! This post had me laughing out loud, and my husband looking at me funny. I'm not explaining it to him though...I don't want him in that mindset tonight! haha.
*LAUGH* That made me laugh out loud. Well, I guess you can always see if his wish comes true. I'm guessing that you may be in charge of that one. :D
What a wonderful dream world TB lives in. At the moment of triumph, wishbone in hand, he gets the delight of expectation.
Even if he does end up on the sofa for the night.
Men! Can't live with em, can't live without em and you can't kill em!!
That's absolutely hilarious. He's obviously a quick thinker. And a complete opportunist!
I think Teddy Bear and Slogger must be related . . .
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This totally explains why an avocado is the only piece of produce my husband, b, can on pick out successfully. Ironically he doesn't eat them.
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This is why you really need to hurry up and gestate that little parasite. When you have TWO children you can slap the man on the hand and say "hey, I'm letting that dry out so the kids can pull it!" and then that puts an end to The Wishbone Game (we used to play The Wishbone Game--I swear he found some way to cheat)...
Haha, while everyone else laughed out loud in the comfort of their homes, I did it at work. And my work is not the place I can explain the blow-job-wishbone fiasco of 2008.
Better luck next time!!!
Poor TB, the disappointment of realitly must have been harsh. Or maybe you actually follow through on such requests? Then my sympathy reaches out to you.
We don't play the wishbone game for this reason. Too many broken dreams. Hee.
And fake titties, definitly. I'm thinking my tities would be a better indicator for fresh bread.
Oh, and PS, you won't suffer from my procrastination any longer - porn is in the mail :)
I like avocados.
So funny. Definitely something my guy would say! I am pretty sure that forgetting the avocados cancels out the wish! Here from NCLM.
Hmmm... I don't call wishbone wishes being a guarantee of anything...
I would rather have soft over-ripe avacados than no guacamole at all.
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