 HIM: Nothing much going on, so I’m going to stay home and work on the office today. ME: You’re staying home? But I’m supposed to start sweating with Sven today! HIM: So? You can exercise while I’m home. ME: Exercise? Why do you assume it’s exercise? You think I’m fat, don’t you? Why don’t you just call me hey you, fat lady from now on? HIM: What the hell am I supposed to think sweating with Sven is? ME: Maybe I have a hot new Scandinavian lover. HIM: So you’d rather I jump to the conclusion you’re a cheating slut? ME: Shut up. HIM: So who is Sven and why are you sweating with him? ME: *sulking now* It’s a writing thing. I have to write five pages every day. HIM: Then why are you still bitching at me? I’m off to a pissah start. :write: |
A conversation with the husband about Sven
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I’m going to start a writing thing with a really hot guy pic. Or a smart girl, whichever. There should be visual alternatives to Mr. So Needs A Towel And A Shower. Happy sweating.
See? He obviously doesn’t care that you’re sweating with Sven. Get to writing. :whip:
Men are such boobs sometimes…so now that you’ve had your morning stimuli…
Hope you aren’t reading this (or any other blogs)…and instead writing…and it’s going so well you aren’t sweating a bit… :coffee:
When I saw the Sweating with Sven pic/logo I thought it was an athletic program…
Don’t hurt me…
I always thought that, too.
Not that I thought about it too long. That picture always makes me shudder and ewww, so I stop thinking about it in self defence
Exercise? Why do you assume it’s exercise? You think I’m fat, don’t you? Why don’t you just call me hey you, fat lady from now on?
:lmao: