Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Hotdogs


So the other day I get home and make a few hotdogs for dinner.

Afterwards I saunter over to give Wifey a hug (or something)

Here is the conversation that followed:

WIFEY: "Get away from me!"

ME: "Why?"

WIFEY: "You have hotdog fingers."

ME: "I ain't got no hotdog fingers."

WIFEY: "You do."

ME: "Don't."

WIFEY: "Do."

ME: "I don't...I washed my hands."

WIFEY: "Hotdog fingers."

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4 comments:

  1. Max4:29 PM EDT

    Google Image Search, is there nothing you cannot bring us?

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  2. Cake6:25 PM EDT

    So, Wifey's only let you touch her twice, eh?

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  3. I Ain't No Oprah12:12 PM EDT

    She also had the four abortions.

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  4. Cake11:43 PM EDT

    Well, yeah...but I heard those were the postman's kids.

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