And in keeping with the spirit of the previous post: 'You know, this sickness is all in your head.' 'So I don't have a problem?' 'I wouldn't say that about a brain tumor.'
It takes a real man to admit when you're wrong. So when my wife said she was wrong earlier my suspicions arose.
When my parents died in a car crash, my Uncle took me under his wing for many reasons. But mainly because his wing was cold.
"New Year Fitness Guide for Overworked, Out-of-Shape Executives" Ya think our chief of Homeland security can walk up a flight of stairs?
Crack me up with this one on Boehner. "Busting Boehner's bawls" --------------- Will John Boehner please man up? Liberals and advertisements for erectile dysfunction make the dubious claim that real men cry. But in the case of the bawling Mr. Boehner, tearing up publicly has transformed from a risky quirk of human nature into an extroverted piece of slobbering, nose-dripping, three-hanky theater. Read more: http://www.nypost.com/p/news/national/busting_boehner_bawls_PBgKFDkGsLV0EgOko0v9zN#ixzz1Adhw9OWH
My wife just text me saying "Hey babe, can you pick me up?" I text back saying "Probably not, you've gained a few pounds" Im in deep shit...
If I ever got sent to the electric chair, I would order a tub of butter for my last meal - and a lot of unpopped popcorn.