So I am sitting at the dining room table with Nicole last night, going over wedding ceremony specifics, when my bride-to-be rips her fourth fart of the night. To which I respond, "Oh God that smells like stale Pringles."
And the kicker? I was right. Hit the can right on the lid.
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It is uncanny how perfect for each other you are!
That post has forever changed me.
Feed her Cheetos
Wayne, you just gave me a solid, 8 minute fit of giggles.
John, you just gave me nauseau.
She is going to make you a fortunate! Check this out
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/30372491/
Now there's a green job I am qualified for.
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