Hubby dropped an apple in the fruit shop. And he didn't pick it up.
Posted in fock knows how to categorise this one on Oct 17th, 2009
Last night hubby dearest joyfully offered to go and get pizza so we could have a very-lazy-friday-night-dinner. When he arrived back home he seemed rather perplexed. I asked him what was wrong and he replied, “I think I got picked up. By a… fella.” “Oh,” I say, suppressing a smirk- “Was he good looking?” >cue Benny Hill […]