FI-ance is wriggling in his passenger side seat as I drive. I notice that he's frolicking in his own nethers.
FI-ance: Sorry, sorry. My right ball's been bugging me all night.
Citygirl: What's it doing? Taunting you? Telling bad jokes?
FI-ance: Yeah, yeah...Cut it out. No, it just...moves.
Citygirl: You've been having a lot of trouble with your man bits lately. Are you wearing the right size underwear?
FI-ance: Well, yeah. They feel fine.
Citygirl: 'Cause you know, if I'm wearing the right size bra my boobies don't just go all over the place. They sorta stay where I put 'em.
FI-ance: You women have no idea, do you?
Citygirl: We sure as hell don't.
Photo courtesy of Universal Pictures
3 comments:
Hmmm... sounds like a good niche-market, don't you think -- a 'ball-bra'?
OH wait, is that the same thing as a jock-strap? Ok, I'm with you -- I have no idea.
(But it's nice your FI-ance just says it outright. My hubby uses weird terms, like "the groceries needed re-packaging" or something like that. Ugh! I'm glad I DON'T know.)
Jerry, George Costanza: Elaine!
Jerry: Do women know about shrinkage?
Elaine: What do you mean like laundry?
Jerry: No, like when a man goes swimming afterwards.
Elaine: It shrinks?
Jerry: Like a frightened turtle!
Elaine: Why does it shrink?
George Costanza: It just does.
Elaine: I don't know how you guys walk around with those things.
"the groceries needed re-packaging"?
That is priceless.
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