Last night my husband gifted me with a drunk phone call from a bar (he and his buddies were out celebrating after the Seahawks game). My husband is basically a lovey drunk. Get five or six beers in him (he sincerely claimed he had 14?- can that BE?). And he is the happiest, mushiest man on the planet.
However, he could use a lesson in flowery language or at least learn how to channel his affection into more romantic words.
Ladies and Gentlemen, my eloquent husband:
"You are the hottest piece of ass ever! SERIOUSLY. These girls at the bar have nothing on you."
"Seriously! I'm serious! I want to lick your legs off."
"Right now, all I'm thinking about is you. I promise. Well, ok. I'm thinking about two things: 1) I'm thinking about you, 2) I'm thinking about eating McDonald's $1.99 ten piece chicken nuggets."
Seriously, I'm so flattered.
Monday, September 14, 2009
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1 comment:
LOVE it. Man, that is classic!
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