Sunday, March 28, 2010
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
The Spouse's Logic.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Ya, we really do talk like that. Sometimes.
Husband: "If we put our shit together, will we be able to tell them apart the next day?"
Me: "Maybe by the shape of it. Mine tend to be more pebble-like."
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
2000g.
Husband: "I weighed myself before and after I went to the bathroom."
Me: "And?"
Husband: "2 kgs less."
Me: "Attaboy."
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
No Kidding.
If you are still not used to words like pee, poo, and farts by now (see banner's welcome message above), you are probably not suited to reading my blog. I suggest you seek reading pleasure elsewhere. A preferred reader is someone who, upon seeing these words, faces them with gusto. Of course, there is no such thing as a preferred reader. Anyone can read my blog, and unless I shut it down, there's no way to keep undesirable readers out. If you're still hanging around, there's a good chance that you have braved my attempts at scatological humour, and I don't have to warn you that there's more to come. LIKE NOW.
J (aka Poop Police): "Have you pooped yet?"
Me: "Nope."
J (aka Poop Snob): "FWAH! 1 week liao leh. I pooped like 3 times today already."
Me: "Wow." *drools + envious look*
(I never said J = Joe hor).
:P
Saturday, September 19, 2009
A Duologue.
Toilet: "Water again? I need food to survive too!"
Me: "Sorry, that's all I have."
Toilet: "It's been 7 days! I can't live on water alone!"
Me: "I know but you saw how I've tried and tried. Would you rather have The Master come feed you instead?"
Toilet: "No, not The Master, please! I'd rather starve to death than eat his food!"
Me: "I thought so too. Don't worry, he is still restricted to The Other Toilet."
Toilet: "Phew! Thank you, Mistress!"
:P