Can you imagine all of your wives having PMS at the same time? You'd have to come home with a three pound Hershey bar, throw it into the living room to distract them and race to lock yourself in the bedroom until it's over. Then you'd have to have little chocolate bars to slide under the door to prevent them from breaking it down.
"You like Sadie better than me!"
*chocolate bar*
"Fido pooped in the neighbor's yard again and I'm not cleaning it up this time!"
*chocolate bar*
"Fido almost ate that chocolate bar. What are you trying to do, kill the dog?"
*chocolate bar*
"Jebediah wants to be a Rockette! You talk to him!"
*chocolate bar*
"I'm not shaving above the knee anymore!"
*chocolate bar*
"Is it SO much to ask to get some new material for these God awful dresses?"
*chocolate bar*
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