when you let rip under the duvet just before your wife enters the bedroom.
as she reaches for the corner of the duvet,then flings it back to get in releasing the sweet smell of hell,calling you a dirty bastard as you go into fits of laughter trying to convince her it just slipped out.
A True Story.... if she had killed herself -- God forbid -- she'd be a shoe-in for the Darwin Award.
Last summer, down on Lake Isabella, located in the high desert, an hour east of Bakersfield, California, a blonde (of course!!), new to boating was having a problem. No matter how...
Right then. My Neice's school is taking part in some blogging competition thingymibob. The blogs are to be voted on and the winners school receives some prizes I think.
Anyway, it's all done online and as usual the (web) Uncle gets pestered into 'helping' things out.