Flipped on the TV to watch a dvd, Dr Phil was on channel with some tragic girl.
Jumped up to quickly prep a slow cook dinner and make myself a lettuce, anchovy and swiss cheese sandwich on multi for lunch before firing up an ancient episode of Get Smart( what a great show, "Because evil will never defeat niceness"
). Missus is downstairs waking up the computer, I'm up a level in the kitchen, both firing sarcasm at the balding exploitative git and his down home homilies, giggling like loons. The ad break arrives he says 'And we'll be back to ask such and such the pertinant question"
Missus says "Do you swallow?"
I say "Do you take it up the poop chute"
at exactly the same time.
I'm still laughing.
Shes such a sick fuck. Aint love grande.