Nothing makes me want to eat this giant, delicious-looking fried shrimp po-boy sitting in front of me like my mother-in-law moaning and farting and telling us how much her guts are rumbling. Somehow she missed the memo that the barium solutions she had to drink this morning would make her poo.
(I soldiered through and ate the whole thing anyway. I'm brave.)
4 months ago
5 comments:
That sounds yummy. The po boy, I mean, not the bodily functions.
When do you get to leave the "bowels" of hell? HAHAHA
I made a funny.
Your head is bloody, but unbowed.
I salute you.
egad. LOL. You soooo have to write a book.
oh dear....
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