Who’s your Papa… Smurf?
So, while I was out of town for the weekend, my fiance decides to go on a little shopping spree. Going out of town sucks! She does go to Victoria Secret. Going out of town rocks! She buys new $20 sweatpants at Victoria Secret. Going out of town sucks!! The sweat pants are blue. She buys a white skirt (important later).
I come home, we go out to dinner. She goes to the ladies room. She comes out with a blue hand. She doesn’t know why. Later at dinner she decides to show me her new tan, by lifting up the leg of her sweatpants. Her leg is blue. I laugh… She laughs… I say “check please”. She looks confused.
Get her home. Tell her to put on new white skirt. She continues to look confused. (She is a long haired blond). Tell her to call me Papa Smurf. She laughs, and does so! It is on! Half-way done, novelty wearing off. Blue butt is cool in theory. Brilliance hits. Tell her to call me Gargamel. All the way done.
Am I sick?
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April 27th, 2011 at 9:59 am
No. I’m the sick one for thinking “So, if I get new blue sweatpants, me and the hubby can roleplay Smurfette and Gargamel? AWESOME!”
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April 27th, 2011 at 1:14 pm
Don’t despair Gargamel. You’ll get your gold some day.
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April 27th, 2011 at 3:07 pm
You are sick. You are also a Genius! Great way to rescure an evening that was probably headed south.
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April 28th, 2011 at 10:26 am
LT, you’re my hero…that was wrong on so many levels…which is why it is so full of win.
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April 28th, 2011 at 11:47 am
“Winning!”
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April 29th, 2011 at 4:32 am
Could have been worse. It could have been blue waffles.
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