Can we talk?
Good.
Let me tell you how stupid I am.
I am stupid. If stupid had a god, there would be churches built in my name.
If stupid was the size of Texas, I could pinch it between my cheek and gum and spit oceanic stupid spit blobs bigger than Jupiter.
If the universe consisted of only two things, an ass and a hole in the ground, my brain would be the vacuum in which they eternally floated, and I'd keep calling them both by the wrong names.
That's pretty dumb.
If rocks teased one another about their cognitive abilities, they'd use idioms like "Dumb as a box of Drew."
Let me explain.
Or not.
3 comments:
Walk into the lady's room again?
It happens to the best of us.
I know, I know, you scheduled an out of town book thingy the same day as your anniversary? Let me know if I win.
Christy
It happens to everybody, in my case it happens more that twice and not on purpose I may add.
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