Joyce: Aren't you done yet?
Bob: Ah-ossh! Ah frusshah ah hee!
Joyce: What?
Bob: {Spit} Almost, I'm brushing my teeth.
Joyce: Come to bed.
Bob: Dear, the radio's awfully loud. Besides, I didn't know you were such a Stars fan. Why are you listening to a hockey game?
Joyce: I can either listen to Stars hockey or you hocking.
Bob: I was just clearing my throat ...
Joyce: Come to bed.
Bob: Ah-ossh! Ah frusshah ah hee!
Joyce: What?
Bob: {Spit} Almost, I'm brushing my teeth.
Joyce: Come to bed.
Bob: Dear, the radio's awfully loud. Besides, I didn't know you were such a Stars fan. Why are you listening to a hockey game?
Joyce: I can either listen to Stars hockey or you hocking.
Bob: I was just clearing my throat ...
Joyce: Come to bed.
4 comments:
That conversation sounds familiar...
This is a totally familiar conversation in my house. Although it's normally the other way around. I normally gag when I brush my teeth (have ever since pregnancy with HG) so he came up the brilliant solution.
I like the blog. I farted in Saks once.
Just once? Piker!
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