Thursday, June 17, 2010

I love those little fake arguements...

Arguements with my boyfriend go as followed:

Him - Where's the flat shaped thing that we use to stir things.
Me - The spatula? I don't know where it is..
Him - You're not a good house wive then.
Me - We're not married. I can't be a house wive.
Him - Well then you're not a good house girlfriend.
Me - FU!
Him - bitch!
Me - asshole!
Him - slut!
Me - bastard!
Him - mole!
Me - GAYBO!!!!
Him - Thank you! :)

- walks away worried about her boyfriends sexual orientation -
Just thought I'd add in our latest conversation because I found it pretty funny (it's probably one of those 'had to be there' moments, and you probably won't understand the Stacey part. but oh well) ...

Brett in the kitchen..
"It sounds like a B grade porno over here. You have the Stacey, i mean slut, smell in the sink; The sploshing of the mash potatoes sounds like bad sex, and your cat is in the oven; Oh and now there's thick creamy stuff on the bench!"

Me in the lounge room..
-rolls all over the floor laughing-
'I'm about to dribble from laughing so much!!!!'

Probably not as funny to you as it was/is to me. I just had to write it down so I can remember that moment forever :D
I promise I'll try to stop posting so much. Well.. for tonight anyway ;)

Peace Out!

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