When I was born my father thought that my mother had died. But the doctor said he put the sheet over her head to keep her from seeing me.
I realized I was in a racist area of deep south when I went to buy sheets and the guy asked my what size I wore.
When I was a baby I used to spit up all the time. My parents were happy. They had something my grandfather could eat without chewing.
the second one took me a nano second and then I got it...hehe.
ReplyDeleteSomedays the jokes are obvious, somedays they are not, and somedays they're not funny. Who knows?
DeleteLOL was the sheet thick enough that it wasn't see through?
ReplyDeleteI didn't think of that. Not even once. Your imagination is better than mine.
DeleteNow that is what I call recycling
ReplyDeleteI guess that's what you would call it. Disgusting recycling.
Deleteha, what size you wore...we must not live too far apart from each other then....that last one gave me the shivers too...smiles.
ReplyDeleteIt's kind of gross, but I like the sick ones the best. I always did for some reason. I live right outside NYC. You? I saw the Rascals, the other night on Broadway, there were old but great.
DeleteI suppose the higher ranked officials in that organization get the higher thread count sheets.
ReplyDeleteThat's funny. And it's something I should have considered or figured out what to do with. I know now they were skinny jeans with form fitted sheets.
Deletemust be close to where I live. I hate the bible belt.
ReplyDeleteWhere do you live? I'm a NYC boy, although I live in New Jersey 5 minute from the city.
ReplyDeleteThat birth one sounds familiar?
ReplyDeleteI wrote it awhile ago. Some one might have retweeted it, when I first wrote it.
ReplyDeleteBlah!! To the last one. The second one is really funny.
ReplyDelete