That’s why they call you Jerkface McGee.
Her: I’m going away for three days, are you going to miss me?
Me: What if there’s a monster? Who am I going to throw at it?
The wife is off for a work thingy this week so that means I’ve:
- queued up hours of documentaries on Netflix.
- arranged what I like to call “rum-tasings” but you might just call drinking
- already scheduled time at my local halal cart for pickups
- began what I like to call “cleaning out the fridge” but you might call eating whatever I can find
But first, a breakfast of corn chips.
11 servings per container?
Clearly one of us is not good at math, good sir.
Her: …and that’s why they call you Jerkface McGee.
Me: Only you call me Jerface McGee!
Her: Says Jerkface McGee…
Location: regretting my choice of breakfast
Music: I’ll see you when I fall asleep
Like this post? Tell someone about it by clicking a button below.
One Reply to “What if there’s a monster?”