Wir sitzen gerade am Fruehstueck. Meine Haushaltshilfe schaut "Bachelorette" und blabbelt was von "she will still not choose him. He's not her type."
Ich grummelnd, waehrend ich tri-szene forum lese, "You know I don't fvcking care."
"I know. I wasn't talking to you."
"Huh? Did you talk to
Pamela?" Ich zeige auf mein Moots.
"WHAT? PAMELA?
Because the two O's look like oversized nipples?"
"Duh."
"All I see when I read MOOTS, is HOOTERS."
Recht hat sie eigentlich.
Chickenwings anyone?
