Peelback79
Senior member
You ever have your significant opposite so angry, I mean extremely ticked so that they're screaming at you so hard your face gets wind burned?
It was like driving down the free way with my face out the window and my ears are about to explode but I can't hear anything. Then they open their mouth so wide to scream that their face disappears and the laugh you were stifling suddenly bursts forth.
Then you've done it. You can't stop it. It's like a good pee. You wish you could stop. Every molecule in your body wants to stop. But to stop now could cause irreversable damage.
To make things worse, now they have that mouth agape, 'what the...' look like the can't believe you're laughing at them which of course causes you to shift from laughter to delerious mirth. Now it's beyond pee. We're talking a full fledged night after El Mexicano deuce dropping kind've laugh.
There's no going back now. You're sides hurt, you have tears coming from your eyes, and she's already stormed out of the room.
You'll pay. Oh you'll definetely pay.
A new era of couchdom has arrived and there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth of those who have been cast out of the Temprapedic Kingdom.
But tonight, oh tonight, there is laughter.....sweet sweet laughter.
Because getting sweet revenge on her fat, annoying, lying insidious bulemic she-devil of a sister by making her cry at her own wedding reception isn't that big of a deal anyway. I mean she kept going on and on about how she's going to get her stomach stapled so I was all like "Great, why don't you get your stomach stapled to your mouth so then maybe you wouldn't annoy the crap out of everyone you beligerant fat@ss."
Yeah.... even the minister swore at me.
And now we're going over to the weather desk where Sandy Thomson is going to give us the weekly forecast but only after someone tells her that IT'S NOT APPROPRIATE TO WEAR RED AND PINK AFTER FEBRUARY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Link to Sandy Thomson's page.
It was like driving down the free way with my face out the window and my ears are about to explode but I can't hear anything. Then they open their mouth so wide to scream that their face disappears and the laugh you were stifling suddenly bursts forth.
Then you've done it. You can't stop it. It's like a good pee. You wish you could stop. Every molecule in your body wants to stop. But to stop now could cause irreversable damage.
To make things worse, now they have that mouth agape, 'what the...' look like the can't believe you're laughing at them which of course causes you to shift from laughter to delerious mirth. Now it's beyond pee. We're talking a full fledged night after El Mexicano deuce dropping kind've laugh.
There's no going back now. You're sides hurt, you have tears coming from your eyes, and she's already stormed out of the room.
You'll pay. Oh you'll definetely pay.
A new era of couchdom has arrived and there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth of those who have been cast out of the Temprapedic Kingdom.
But tonight, oh tonight, there is laughter.....sweet sweet laughter.
Because getting sweet revenge on her fat, annoying, lying insidious bulemic she-devil of a sister by making her cry at her own wedding reception isn't that big of a deal anyway. I mean she kept going on and on about how she's going to get her stomach stapled so I was all like "Great, why don't you get your stomach stapled to your mouth so then maybe you wouldn't annoy the crap out of everyone you beligerant fat@ss."
Yeah.... even the minister swore at me.
And now we're going over to the weather desk where Sandy Thomson is going to give us the weekly forecast but only after someone tells her that IT'S NOT APPROPRIATE TO WEAR RED AND PINK AFTER FEBRUARY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Edit: TY Paragraph Commision.
Link to Sandy Thomson's page.
