I guess it's true: time's fun when you're having flies!
Not having much knowledge of the animals, he asks the owner to show him around and tell him about different breeds. "Sure, let's go," says the owner, and brings him over to the paddocks.
"So a lot depends on what you want the animal for," he says, and gestures to a powerful stallion running laps. "Over there, you've got your Type A horse: strong, fast, and a little unpredictable, but great if you want to get somewhere in a hurry."
"I think that'd be a little much for me," the man says, and the owner nods, then brings him over to see a mare quietly chomping at some hay in the shade. "This is a Type B horse - tends to be quiet and they're good companions, but not much for doing work."
The man pauses to think about what he wants the animal for, then looks over at a nearby pond and sees a horse swimming and diving over and over again. "What the heck is that one doing?" he asks the owner. "Oh, him? That's a C horse."
Gobble the ghoul.
Chomps-Elysees
After finding some time for a date night/sexy time in our busy schedules we went out to dinner at Qdoba because we're too cheap to afford much else right now. While eating my burrito I must have chomped down HARD on the aluminum foil and my lip started bleeding.
She looks at me and says "Irony: we plan a night to have sex and you cut your lip on a burrito."
I responded "Iron-y: the taste of my kisses tonight."
My mom tried to steal a fry from my dad's plate at dinner.
Dad: Hey! I'm going to eat that!
Mom: Sorry, I didn't know. I don't want it to go to waste.
Dad: You mean you don't want it to go to MY waist!
He snickered proudly as he chomped the fried tater.
