It is my sincere hope that one day Misty, Doggy or the whole gang will be in the middle of a high-decibel inter-family shitfest over some nonsensical topic/imagined injury - and suddenly - they'll stop, slowly turn around, gaze with wide-eyed curiosity into the open bathroom window...
...only to get an face full of my ass-cheeks akimbo while I'm fastidiously polishing my browneye with a wet wipe.
The only thing that could add to this fed up neighbor's wet dream is that Al Michaels' classic call from the USA-USSR 1980 Olympic hockey game is blasted as it happens:
"DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?!?!"
Of course it has to be with a wet wipe. Perhaps I will finally try one this summer.
ReplyDeleteI'll be sure to leave some on the nightstand. (That's not a gay joke, but it could be.)
ReplyDeleteIf you're serious about playing the role of Non-JoshO this summer, wet wipe-age is a Must.