Oh, Deer…
(I’ve been sick and finally feel well enough to fool around. As we are cuddling and getting in the mood.)
Me: “Can you say something romantic to me?”
Husband: *grinning mischievously* “Your breasts are like two fawns—”
Me: “Not working. Try again.”
(Pause.)
Me: “Wait, is it because you’re FAWNdling them?”
Husband: “Really?”
Me: *dies in a fit of laughter/coughing fit*
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
