that's a lot of reasons.
there are more. we haven't even touched upon the wonders of the weiner's circle or pj's mashed taters yet...
food should be a separate category, or sepategory.
the dread pirate wordsmithO!
I was imagining a different picture in there...
oh heavens. great though he is, your husband has nothing to do with the many reasons chicago rocks. patience, darling.
You know how much patience I have--NONE! And my husband rocks Chicago 'cause we were in Chicago last year and ate 20 mini-burgers and then rode a roller coaster! You were too chicken to get on!
um... yes. yes, i am too chicken to get in a teacup suspended by yarn to be tossed about and projectiled into the dock at navy pier. i am that chicken. but don't i get credit for the ferris wheel?
Ooh, that Ferris Wheel wasn't too hot either. I think we all thought we were gonna throw up on that one too. Here's the plan for the Chicago trip in July: no rides on full stomachs!
amen to that. shopping's so much safer.
I'm missing something here. is husband named after a flower? why else think that his picture should follow the word Tulips?
thank you, pirate. thank you for helping us finally come up with the perfect nickname for michael thompson, army dude... tulip.
Are you sure that said unintentional nickname isn't going to land me on the receiving end of an army dude beatdown? because I can run, far and fast. my ships sail all seven seas. I'll disappear like a ghost.*ghosts out*
an armydude beatdown would be pretty bad. awesome. but pretty bad. since he has a man-room full of antique rifles, i'm guessing you could run but you wouldn't get far before tulip cut you down.
my man-room would be full of comic-books, architectural prints, and dame judy dench. okay, so i put that last one in there as a joke, but still-- *sighs from lack of manliness in his hypothetical man-room*
if we're being honest, i could see judi dench manning it up in someone's man-room. obviously, she wouldn't be as at home as say hillary swank (who, as we all know, IS a man), but still...
thought you were going to go clinton with that Hillary remark, which i thought would have been a tad harsh, and a little uncalled for.
Ok, I just got in on the conversation involving my husband. Let me clear up some stuff...1) You don't want a beat down by Army Dude. He used to box and he is a recent member of the 1,000 pound club (he can lift over a 1,000 pounds through a combination of bench--which is 400# now, dead lift, or leg press)2) Man Room has not only antique rifles but a samurai sword, a 9 mil handgun, and a collection of Calvin & Hobbes comics.3) He would not appreciate being called "Tulip". I still can't get the boy in a light blue shirt so I don't see "Tulip" flying.
I see tulips and all I think of is that dirty joke where all the husband wants for valentine's day is tulips (two lips) on the organ.
the organ??? please say that's part of the joke and not a prudeism!
And see, I was thinking the type of organ that you play. It took me a second to get that it was a dick. Yes, that's right. I said it. A dick.
i. am. shocked. SHOCKED, i say.
I prefer the more grown up phrase of "ding dong".
See, ding dong is a chocolate cake snack. I hate woody. It makes me shudder.
this seems to have taken a turn for the worst.
at least you only have to put up with some slight raunch. i'm going to be 9mil hand-gunned. and thats the best case scenario.
raunch is a really disgusting word. like the seasoning for some sort of terribly unhealthy chips.
we're patenting things all over this thread. nicknames, future ways to die, snack foods...
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