This morning... Husband: "Babe, what are you eating?" Me: "Just some toast..." Husband: "Really? Because it smells like chi..." Me: "It's stuffing, okay? I'm eating a bowl of stuffing. Fuck off."
Don't worry, El Preggo wife has already taken to eating bowls of frozen shredded cheese. It's so common there's no longer any joy in making fun of her.
No shame in eating stuffing (we call it dressing) any time of the day. I'll eat it hot or cold for days after Thanksgiving and Christmas.
You're welcome. Use half that amount of sage, because, yuck, that's too much. And, chop that celery a LOT finer than shown in the video, because also yuck. For you sad people that don't have Krystal, I guess you can use White Castle?
So, in the spirit of 2016....I went to work forgetting it was an observed holiday. I'm the only one there, so I did some clean up and left at ten. Ran errands and decided I was going to The Girl's house for lunch. Typed a text, but apparently didn't send it. Got there and her ex's car is backed into the driveway. So, once they are done, I get to clean my own shit out of her house. What fun! I get one line to say to her, before I bounce. TIB: What are my last words to the girl I caught cheating?
Only make sure you're screaming about this being "your noble right!" and all that. You'll want to project an air of dignity, after all.
Yeah, but after he gets all his stuff, he's still supposed to masturbate and jizz all over the carpet in her den, right?
Can't go wrong with an upper decker or slashing her tires. Actions speak louder than words. Or you could send an email to all her colleagues accidentally telling them she cheated on you with her ex