Boobs and Cake.
Apr 4, 2008 Married Life
Image from WikipediaWhen my husband, Shawn, is at work he often pops on during his break if I’m online to say hello or what have you via AIM (AOL Instant Messenger). Usually what follows is an exchange of brain death that’s usual conversation between the two of us. We really are speshul little snowflakes.
[03:31 PM] elf_fu: WIN.
[03:31 PM] bariguy: I WIN!
[03:32 PM] elf_fu: I WIN. BY BOOBIES DEFAULT.
[03:32 PM] elf_fu: I want cake.
[03:32 PM] elf_fu: For winning.
[03:32 PM] bariguy: Hmmm… everything you see around you you won for boobies default.
[03:33 PM] elf_fu: I don’t see any cake.
Problem.
One can only win via breasts if they are not absolutely disgusting.
What does he mean with the word “cake”?
Economic and Culture Observer’s last blog post..I’m back
@ Economic
If by “he” you mean me, I’m a “she.” And by cake, I mean…cake.
@ Matt Smith
I’m sure my husband finds my breasts just fine. Otherwise he married me for my intellegence, and that’s just not right.
Thanks for dropping by!