Catbone
Hit me baby one more time
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I’ll grab my Ox-goad and meet you out thereMe: “Honey... where’s my jawbone at.”
Wife: “That fitness tracker? We’ve got Fitbits.”
Me: “Nope. The donkey one that I use for slaying.”
Wife: <Sighs> “I work with children and come home to this? It’s out back.”
Me: “Thanks. Lock the doors, BRB. They’ve blown the OC hire.”
Me: “Honey... where’s my jawbone at.”
Wife: “That fitness tracker? We’ve got Fitbits.”
Me: “Nope. The donkey one that I use for slaying.”
Wife: <Sighs> “I work with children and come home to this? It’s out back.”
Me: “Thanks. Lock the doors, BRB. They’ve blown the OC hire.”