Actual transcript of a conversation this afternoon:
Wife: “Did the doctor call you today?”
Me: “No, sorry.”
Wife: “Did you call him?”
Me: “Why in God’s name would I call him?”
Wife gives me stare of doom.
Me: “I mean, he’s a professional and he has an office staff and everything. He’ll call if there’s an opening, I’m sure.”
Wife: “You know I’m not having sex with you until after you’ve had the operation, right?”
Me: “Does that count blow jobs?”
Wife knees me in groin.
I sleep on couch.
I never thought I’d say this, but I hope Doctor Nuttencutt calls me tomorrow.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Communication Problems
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