*grunt*...jesus fuck my nose! | tyler dear, we’re getting a bit of a line up out here. well learn to cook woman! | happy now? i don’t think van gogh could have painted a better bowl. |
tyler and monique are spending christmas at monique’s parents this year. | it doesn’t go well. nuff said? |
you know the best thing about new zealand? the ruminant rumpy-pumpy. | i’m just saying... | what?! |
it says here that 1 in 4 men dream about murdering their spouses. | do you dream about murdering me? no. really? | i believe the term you’re looking for is "fantasize." |
the car was making a weird noise. it was a kind of ’squeeeeeeee!’ sounds like the fan belt. that shouldn’t be too hard to fix. | actually i don’t think it ’s the fan belt. well the car only makes a ’squeeeeeeee!’ sounds when the fan belt’s slipped. | no, it also makes a ’squeeeeeeee!’ sound when it slips across the medium strip on it’s roof. |
you know that silk tie i own? the one with the little camels? yes. hypothetically speaking, if i spilt some grease on it i should be able to soak it out using bleach, right? | god, no! it would strip it of all it’s colour. hmmm,.. you know your white silk dress? | i don’t have a white silk dress. i have a red,.. silk,.. dress,... |
i slept terribly last night. why can’t you stay on your side of the bed? my side? | fine, whatever! what side is your side of the bed? | the top side. witch! |