Tuesday, December 9, 2008

If you can't trust your plumber...

A conversation overheard tonight in the McCain household:

"Sweetie pie?"

"Yes, Cindy dear?"

"There seems to be something stuck in your back, pookie muffin."

"Really, sugar lips?"

"Most definitely, you hunk of sexy man."

"What is it, light of my life?"

"Ummm...it looks like a toilet plunger, lover boy."

"Hmmmm...it looks like my buddy Joe left something behind. I was wondering what that sharp stabbing pain was!"

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