We’re all in the car on our way back home from Miami today when we stop at a gas station. D gets out, pumps some gas, buys some water and gets back in the car. Before we start moving again, I look over at him and noticed all this cob-web looking fuzz stuck to his face by his mouth.
Me: reaching out to touch the fuzz. “Oh hang on, what’s this? Omg, you’ve got fuzz on your face. Ewww!”
Him: I start to pull it off and he says nothing
Me: I show him the wad of fuzz and asked, “Jesus! Where’d this come from?!”
Him: “Ok, I confess. I went down on a stuffed animal.”
Me: “What?! Right, and it squirted its innards all over your face?”
Him: “I’m good.”
This is funny… yet disturbing… and no it does not explain the lint in my belly button.
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