Odd Storm conversation of the day
Nov. 2nd, 2006 04:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
misterxThis morning, I'm walking through the living room on my way to the laundry room to fetch some clean slacks.
Storm: Nice boxers.
Me, thinking she is complaining about my lack of pants: Are you being sarcastic?
Storm: No, I like your boxers. They are the same color as my eyes.
okaayyy...
Storm: Nice boxers.
Me, thinking she is complaining about my lack of pants: Are you being sarcastic?
Storm: No, I like your boxers. They are the same color as my eyes.
okaayyy...
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on 2006-11-02 09:53 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-11-03 01:42 am (UTC)Since I DON'T sleep in clothing(and the house is all-female but one) I usually stagger out not able to see and quite frankly- trip over one of the girls(who very observantly tells me I have bruises places where I SHOULDN'T have them- my upper back and arms)
Then I try to stagger to a bathroom without tripping over them and have to shoo them out.
The bruises are work related- I bashed into a door