John had bought a drumstick ice cream and had finished eating it. We were driving back to the barn from the hardware store where we had gotten some fencing wire to baby-proof the paddock. He was fooling with the wrapper while we were sitting at a light and he gestured to the UPC code on the wrapper said, “If you went to a tattoo parlor and had this tattooed on the back of your neck, do you think it’d scan?”
Yes, John. But not if it was on your butt. Remember that.
Comment by Law Student Hot Mama on May 13, 2008 at 8:27 pm
You gotta get a barcode for something cooler than ice cream on your neck. Maybe for something awesomely bad . . . like an 8 track.
I still vote “Hortense.” (Or Horsetense, as the case may be.)
Comment by Krissa on May 13, 2008 at 10:59 pm
Bahahahaha! This is my husband. And he truly is one of the coolest guys you could ever know. But he just loves laughing his ass off while making dorky statements. Yes. One of THOSE guys… and a vinyl album would be more his style. *sigh*
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