The scene:
Ben has just come home from work. We’ve chatted, and he’s walking away to go change his clothes.Β
“Hey Ben, what’s that on your pants?”
“Huh? Uummm, what are you talking about?”
“Your pants. You’ve got something on the back on them. Come closer and let me see.”
“Oh my gosh, Ben, you’ve got a huge ink stain on the back of your brand new pants!”
“Um, yea, about that……”
“Well what in the world happened?”
“Well……..”
“Yea?”
“Well I either sat on a red ink pen, someone marked on me, or, I was scratching my butt with what I thought was the closed top of an ink pen, only to pull it away after I was finished scratching to realize that the red ink pen was open. Those are the choices, and the first two don’t count.”
Lesson learned:
Don’t scratch your butt with an ink pen unless it’s closed. Or you will leave behind evidence of said butt scratching.
Have a blessed weekend π
I was laughing the whole time I was reading this . . . Awesome!!
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Hahahahaha amazing.
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AHAHAHHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHA! I miss Ben! π
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hehe! Love living with a boy!
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Hahahaha!!!!! This just made my day!
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Hahahaha, that is exactly the type of thing my husband would do!
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I've said it before and I'll say it again (because I obviously wasn't listening to myself before): I need to not read your blog late at night when I'm sitting next to a sleeping Mike and Chasten. It makes it SO hard for me not to laugh uncontrollably (all while trying to be quiet). π
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I just snorted out loud. Loudly!
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you have a brave husband allowing you to take photos of his butt and post them online! π funny story – sounds like my hubby…
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A teacher's life is so hard…give poor Ben a break. I've actually done that to my face. I think it was your senior year.
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hahahaha BUSTED
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