Friday, June 29, 2007
Reason #202 why I married the LittleFatBastid.
He likes it when I’m mean to him.
Yesterday we were having our coffee out on the front porch. I threw my cold dregs over the railing in preparation of getting a hot one. The FatOne says something, to which I threaten him that the next time I’ll throw me dregs in his face instead of over the railing…like this!
I mock throw my cup at him when shit I still had some coffee left in it.
There he sat with cold coffee dripping from one eyebrow, pooling into his right eye socket.
Labels: LookOut. It's The LittleFatBastid
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