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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So, Wifey's only let you touch her twice, eh?
She also had the four abortions.
Well, yeah...but I heard those were the postman's kids.
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