Actually, rereading that, I guess I didn’t make much sense there.
Welcome to my world.
It turns out that I somehow managed to survive another holiday.
HOW I’ve managed to do this while eating enough cake and pie to equal the weight of Rosie O’Donnell and that chick from Hairspray in a lesbian cellulose-filled camel-toe love lock, is beyond me.
Oh…nevermind…I know see how I’ve done it:
I write shit like that and it makes me throw up.
Not THAT kind of pie, you sick bastards…
…the kind with crust on it.
OOOH! I’VE PURGED AGAIN!!
Soon I shall be back into my size 4 jeans!
I wear woman’s jeans.
But I’ve digressed.
…and make it GOOD.
How she can manage to swing this ability while still being the only woman I’ve ever known to burn water is beyond me.
Baking is pretty much my wife’s cooking talent.
Not so much.
We ran out of ketchup last week.
Husband: “Oh…hey honey..we’re out of ketchup.”
Wife: “Okay…I’ll pick some up this weekend at the store.”
Husband: “OH. MY. GOD!! WE’RE OUT OF KETCHUP!!”
* alarm sounds
Wife: “What?!?!? How did this happen?!? What will the kids eat, now?!?”
Kids: “We’re gonna die, aren’t we?”
Husband: “I’ll run out right now and get ketchup…there’s only 6 inches of snow on the ground and I think this sleet will stop soon.”
Wife: “I’ve never loved you.”
It gets pretty rough in my house when we’re out of ketchup.
Nik-Nuk: “OH. MY. GOD! HONEY! WE’RE OUT OF THAT WHITE PASTY SHIT!”
* flies begin landing on their kids
Actually…this is no different than normal.
Kids: “Yummy! Flies! Where’s the ketchup?”
Nik-Nuk: “No ketchup, kids.”
* kids begin eating each other
Nik-Nuk: “I’ll go get some ketchup. However, I don’t think we know anyone that can grow tomatoes in sand and 120-degree heat.”
Mic-Nik-Naloonga: “I’ve never loved you.”
All he wanted was for something to dip his termites in.
So, I guess I suppose it could be worse.
I mean, at least my wife has water to burn.
Seriously…you see should see that shit. It’s like nature in reverse.
I’m never getting pie again.