I can be snuggled up behind her, and all of a sudden, there’s this noxious, disease-ridden, odor wafting through the Ogdamm bedspread, and all I was doing was lying there, keeping all my bodily odors in check, because, after all, she’s a lady, right?
Hell, I don’t even SNORE! If I hear myself do that, I wake up right away and there’s a second bedroom (bunk-beds) I can go to and I won’t bother her with that noise.
Oh, BTW, don’t worry. She doesn’t check in on the Dope that much, so go ahead and answer whatever you want to.
So when I recoil in distaste, she says something like, “Oh Tee-Hee! Musta been the black-eyed peas we had!”;);)
I’m supposed to “enjoy” them one last time as they leave her intestines, or what???:eek::eek::eek:
The “Silent Seepers” (George R.I.P. Carlin called 'em that) are gonna do us in, guys!
I THINK that’s what’s causing the “ozone holes”!:eek::eek:
Ah, Jeeez. All that up there was just satire, ya know? I truly love my D, and if she ever farted in the tub, I’d be the first to “bite the bubbles”.
(Yep, another GC quote! Og! I miss him, don’t y’all???)