In Need Of A Trouble-Free Philosophy

| Romantic | May 2, 2012

(My partner and I are laying in bed talking and laughing. I accidentally snort while giggling.)

Me: “Well, that was embarrassing.”

Boyfriend: *laughing* “It’s ok, Pumba.”

Me: “Did you seriously just call me a smelly, fat warthog?”

Boyfriend: *singing* “Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase! Hakuna Matata, ain’t no passing craze…”

Me: *interrupting* “You keep calling me Pumba, and you’ll have some worries when I bring on the end of your days.”

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