Ha,an old story,1973.When the former Mrs Smith was about 6 months preggy I got cravings.Every night,about 6 to 8 beers and two giant bags of taco chips.I must have had the breath of a dogs butt,yuck.
thanks for the laugh amigo, you made my day!
I think perhaps the ex Mrs Smith would have protested the obnoxious emmisions,for want of a better discription.Instead of smelling like a dogs behind I most likely would have been sleeping with the dog.
Well,regarding that,sometimes it is not polite to ask.
Due to the fact the pickled eggs most likely is not a good idea,I came up with another brain storm or brain fart as may be the case.
It has been said the the yet unborn infant can recognize certain sounds while still enwombed,such as the mother's voice,music etc.With that in mind,get a tape player and play rap music,followed by never ending renditions of Tiny Tims,"Tiptoe through the tulips"I Imagine that after a day or so,young treeson will make the great escape just to able to turn off that obnoxious music.
Not what I want to have happen. Of course, now that it's be arranged I'll have the baby Sunday night. In any case I'll be having this baby early next week at the latest. Yay!
