He's is not kidding...that motherf*cking cough is getting my on my last godd@mn nerve.
My previous sentence, in re-reading it, makes me consider that I:
1. Am a crabby b*tch
2. Believe I am about to get my period - awesome!
3. Apparently think it is less profane if I substitute characters for letters in real swear words
Having a husband who is constantly hacking like our cat when he has a nasty hairball, on Mother's Day, when you have a ginormous case of PMS, is the BEST EVER.
The. F*cking. End.
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