Aug 28, 2006 09:18
So I guess weird things that come at weird moments make me laugh....
Damon was in the shower on Sunday, getting ready to go to work, and I was in the bathroom putting my makeup on...and out of NOWHERE...he starts talking about getting me pregnant....
With a turkey baster....and a cheetoh! (did i spell that right? no way I spell it looks right....)
His basic theory is that he'll save up a bunch of jizz...and turkey baster it into me...after shoving a cheesey poof(ha!) up there....the theory being his boys are stoners and would naturally gravitate towards the cheesey poof....My reply was that the cheesy poof would act like a sponge, thereby not allowing me to get pregnant....
but it's really weird that he would come up with that...Maybe his biological clock is ticking....
Our babies would be gorgeous, smart, and talented too.....His dark hair and eyes...his wit and my impeccable style and class (snort)....well at least they would be smart. Dpn't worry, we're not even thinking about it...the whole thing was a joke (I think)
I'd rather go on DBT tour than have kids...