I walk back from the soda machines with two root beers and set them down next to our other food. My wife then says to me, "Do you want to take out your hotdog...?"
I cut her off. "So I can condomize it?" My wife's eyes widen. "Er, cond-i-ment-ize it?
"Yeah, so you can condomize it." She chuckles. "That's right up there with your 'banana hammock' story."
And I thought I was doing so well...
I cut her off. "So I can condomize it?" My wife's eyes widen. "Er, cond-i-ment-ize it?
"Yeah, so you can condomize it." She chuckles. "That's right up there with your 'banana hammock' story."
And I thought I was doing so well...