Thursday, April 10, 2008

Delusions of grandeur

(While laying in bed last night...)

Me: You farted on me!

Him: I did not. My ass was not pointing at you.

Me: It most certainly was. We're laying back to back, your ass was TOTALLY pointing at me.

Him: No it wasn't. It's tilted. The fart came out on a trajectory, it totally missed you.

Me: It did not miss me!

Him: It did! It's like fireworks, they go up and arc down.

Me: Your farts are not like fireworks.

Him: Well, if it was a laserbeam, it would've shot right over your hip, it was not pointing at you.

Me: Dude. Your farts are NOT laserbeams.

Him: That is the meanest thing you could possibly say to me right now.


Laura said...

Okay! It took everything in me to not spit water out on the keyboard. Laserbeams?! Sweet Fancy Moses! Love is grand! LOL

Leslie said...

OMG! Hilarious! I can just see the conversation happening... and you rolling over to take some notes for your blog! Thanks for sharing!