Me: Can you just grab the steak, seltzer and paper towels?
Husband: I think so.
Husband: OK, I got them and some poop corn.
Me: And one of those skinny french cukes!
Husband: A c*ck?
Husband: A French skinny c*ckcumber?
Me: I'm just going to pretend you are mature.
Husband: What? I thought that was damn you autocorrect.
Me: Uh huh.
Husband: I am very mature, yo.
Me: Super mature.
Husband: So, a skinny c*ckcumber then?
Me: omg.
Is it just my husband, or is there a 12 year-old boy locked up in every guy out there?
Sorry about the *, I just didn't want to get a ton of pervy weirdos coming here.
i don't know about you, but every time i'm in the grocery store trying to choose a cucumber, i feel like quite a pervert. i'm feeling up some big wieners right there in public.
ReplyDeleteToo late... pervy weirdo here.
ReplyDeleteYes. We are ALL 12.
That should make you feel a little better.
Hilarious. I would totally not be above this conversation. I applaud you both.
ReplyDeleteHilarious. I would totally not be above this conversation. I applaud you both.
ReplyDeleteHaha! Funny! My Hubs still giggles whenever I say "duty." Seriously. The man is thirty-f**king-four! :) And I second Sherilin's pervy feelings about cuke shopping. Ewww...
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