True. So will you be my sugar daddy? I'd like to quit work and I'm damn good at a lot of domestic stuff.
HEY... I resemble that remark. You'd find us pitifully boring if we were to lose our boyish charms. Admit it... you'd miss The Dutch Oven. You'd miss us goosing you at your parent's bbq. You would miss us farting in an elevator and blaming you.
In 8 years, the boyfriend has only farted in my presence once and it was by accident. We're not that couple.
We would be. Well, we would be until I made you vomit and almost choked to death laughing. "Honey, why are you eating crabcakes, hot sauce, and clamato for a late night snack?" "GO BACK TO BED!" I just realized how much of a dichotomy my life is. I love art, architecture, music, psychology. But I also love fart jokes, seeing how long I can go without showering, bacon, and Gilbert Godfried. We humans are a complicatedly woven tapestry of contradictions and woe. *nods head* Edit: ALWAYS watch out for the sneeze-fart. Nobody expects the sneeze-fart.