Me and the other half have been together for 4 years today and managed to not kill each other…just.
As James Joyce once said:
“I think I would know Nora’s [his wife] fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women.”
Mine would be:
“I think I would know his eggy farts anywhere. I think I could pick his out in the event of an atomic bomb.”
Much love, chubby.
Image from: www.angrylittlegirls.com – a must see!
UPDATE (only relevant to one person) : To chubby – thanks for making the effort today and not giving me a card, a present or even a daisy. Not that I mind, but it would be nice to think you can think of something that’s a surprise just once in a while. This has been the worst week of the year and 99.9% of it has been caused by you directly, or indirectly so it’s no wonder I am dying of mysterious pains all over my body. That’s all.