It was the wurst case scenario.
So I asked her out on a date for the weekend but to let me know by Friday if she had to can salami.
(Cancel on me)
That's what really seals the dill.
I'm in recovery.
GF: Don't you want to go check why the pantry door isn't closing.
Me: Wander over to the pantry, look inside, and spot the culprit immediately.
GF: So what was the problem?
Me: Slowly take the tin of jam out, and while grinning like an idiot, I look at her and say: Looks like the door had been jammed.
GF: Sighs and rolls her eyes.
I'm not to sure where it is either but the news keeps saying there's good jobs there
I've heard mixtapes are romantic
And we were using Seran Wrap to keep like things together.
Wife: this seran wrap rocks! So much easier than tape
Me: Wong music genre, they don't rock, they rap.
I always step back and admire my Mini Van Goh.
She was picking what she wanted to wear on the plane and kept putting it in to the "plane pile". I assured her that those clothes aren't plain and she will look great in them.
Her: I'm not sure if I'll manage to stay under 10kg, I think I'll just bring all my light shirts.
Me: That's OK, but they can be dark too.
Girlfriend: what am I going to do with all of these pens?
Me: Put them in the penitentiary!
Groans
"And I'll need a few shirts."
"You'll only need two shirts max."
"But I'm not Max, I'm Tom!"
