I've been looking awful ragged lately, so I holler at the Mrs. this morning, and ask her "Baby, can you come trim my neck?" She hollers back, "sure, I'll be there in a minute."
So I'm standing in the bathroom with the electric hair trimmer. It takes her awhile to get there, so I start working on my nose hairs while I'm waitin. So I'm looking in the mirror, and see her walking in with my big old Buck hunting knife. And she says to me, "Turn around baby, let me do the front of your neck first." ...wise acre.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
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