One night, when my aunt was trying to get pregnant, my uncle said he was too tired to have sex and just wanted to sit on the couch and watch Law and Order. She took off her shirt and said "Fine. This one's Law and this one's Order. Now get to work."
That's been her names for them ever since.
Becks, your family is delightfully obscene.
She took off her shirt and said "Fine. This one's Law and this one's Order. Now get to work."
Gawd. Marriage really can be hell, can't it?
I'm completely traumatized now. You can find me sitting in a corner, whimpering.
She can expect to hear from Chuck Norris presently.
As with many Britishisms, "pudding trolley" sounds at the same time both much classier and much cheaper than "dessert cart".
I got something funny on my blog for once.
On apostropher's pudding trolley.
On apostropher's pudding trolley.
Boys, get a room.
Okay. How do you want us to get the key to you?
I dunno. Simon & Garfunkel split up for like 25 years and even today are seldom seen together. Sounds painful.
