ME: "You look hot."
WIFEY: "You think Gracie looks hot."
ME: "You're insane."
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4 comments:
It's the middle of winter and she looks hot? Try opening a window, you bloody fool.
When my wife gets hot, I just hit her with the shovel and throw some dirt on her.
DOES Gracie look hot?
Only to George.
dum-dum-CHING!
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