When we went back Thursday evening so she could restock, we lugged all those books back in and when folks would do a double take I would explain with a straight face that we made it into town only once a month.
Today I was walking through the living room while she was putting together some lunch and saw this on the coffee table:
Whoa, whoa WHOA!!!! What the fuck is this? OH HELL NO!!!!!I was almost having a seizure here. I couldn't even begin to understand how her mind was working on this one. Seriously, bring a muslim book in the house? On the property?
But after I flipped it over and read the synopsis on the back I saw there wasn't a fucking thing about islam in there, it was just another one of her beloved trashy romance novels so I gave her my approval to read it after I dickslapped the crescent moon and rubbed bacon grease on it.
Ballistic testing media.
ReplyDeleteYou can never do to much testing- especially if the question is 'will a .45 go right through that sunfabitch?'
Yeah, if ya rub bacon grease on it and it don't start smokin, I reckon it's okay.
ReplyDeleteHAHA, kenny, that gal has got to love you. I just know that soon you will be reading those trashy romance novels and flipping your hair like Fabio ;))
ReplyDeleteYOLO...he is already...and dancing around the house....trashy romance is fun...kinda like watching a three legged man dance...right Dick?
ReplyDeleteGet her a Kindle.
ReplyDeletethere's probably a government subsidy of some kind for it.