As we chuckled over Husband's hilarious email about a possible air pirate eating soup in the Admirals Club lounge at Heathrow airport yesterday, Husband pointed out that "Arghhhh! *Slurp*" is also the sound that a pirate makes when giving a blow job.
Clearly, when we met as college freshman, Husband had to be somewhat demented or he would not have wanted to date me. At the same time, I wonder (at times with pride) how much I have dragged him down into the gutter with me. Regardless of my influence, the man makes me laugh.
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Had I married someone else, I could easily have wound up reading Shakespeare and telling jokes about fairies. That lifestyle requires a large dose of dementia as well.
ReplyDeleteYou are two peas in a pod.
ReplyDeleteand the fact is, i heard some of husband's tales of his life before he met you...you did not drag him down! if anything your influence on each other is equally horrifying, i mean wonderful! now our influence on each other, that's another story!
ReplyDeleteWhile Husband was certainly warped when you met, you have seriously dragged him down. Do you remember the days when we could embarrass him with our filthy talk? Now he does it, too. I am highly amused by this but I also miss being able to mortify him so profoundly.
ReplyDeleteSteph