Him: What is that smell?
Me: What? Did you fart?
Him: No. Your face stuff.
Me: It's the same stuff I put on every night. German Chamomile.
Him: Well it's very strong right now- move out of my face.
Me: What's wrong?
Him: It's effervescing in my eye.
Me: Remind me tomorrow of that phrase tomorrow: effervescing in my eye.
1 comment:
I put on roman chamomile every night, and Steve hates it too.
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