Me: I washed our bedsheets. They smelled like sweaty sick chick. And baby butt.
Him: *in a sultry whisper* Let yourself be captivated by a scent inspired by the family bed…sweat… ass…breastmilk… Funky Bedsheet by Calvin Klein…
I love him. So much. Any man who can make me laugh that hard after two days of stomach flu… well, he’s a keeper.
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oh gees...So have forgotten the large wet circles of milk that dry ..and smell like..sour milk of all things!! thanks for memory trip.
I myself was puking a few days ago..bleh. Right over the rail of the deck...then..dare I say...
I DID wash it off the deck...but ..well some lucky critter ate the throw up cause next morning...it was gone.
isn't THAT gross!!
He is hilarous. All the time. i want that!!!
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