Just a few random thoughts for today.
Why is it that you can get punched in the face and not be fazed, not me necessarily, but plucking a nose hair brings tears to your eyes?
Why is it that as soon as I get in the bathroom, some clown wants to talk to me?
I've found that when I work on cars I speak a different language...It's called Sailors Mouth. *#@%^&%
I've learned that asking the DW if she needs some Midol is never a good idea.
Yelling Dinners Ready every time the smoke alarm goes off does not please the cook.
My theory on cutting the grass is similar to a woman shaving her legs. It's only getting done if somebody's gonna see it.
That's about all I've got for now.
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