Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Warning!!! Profanity Ahead,....

I went to bed at 3pm leaving him a note saying as much and asking him if he would wake me at 10 if I wasn't up yet. That's was 10, not 9:30. But sure enough, he woke me at 9:30. I can forgive him tho cuz he woke me with a little poem right off the top of his head. He came stomping up the stairs to the bedroom shouting:

You Mother-Fucking
Cock-Sucking-Son-of a Bitchin'
Whore!!!
I'll cut the Mother-Fucking Cord
and that will be the end of it!
Hmmmm. This poem apparently was for the phone. I like the part about cutting the cord on a cordless phone. Kinda made me laugh. I guess he was trying to use the fax machine and he messed that up as well as the phones. At any rate, I'm sure he scared the hell out of the phone.
Gotta go! I have to leave for an appt. (no, not with a divorce lawyer.)

8 comments:

Joe Cap said...

Hmmmm...an appt at 10:00 PM???
I wonder what that could be....

In the Pink said...

Poetry at its most raw. I love it and cry for the other end of the phone.

Vic said...

every time you pop a new post on my reader...i say (YES, I'm Listening) haha...yeah that's classic....no cord on a cordless...ding bat...LOL

SoccerMom said...

Wow , he has a way with words.

Does this mean he hates the phone ?or is it a love/hate relationship?
Too freakin funny.

however for waking me too early I would of punched him in the balls.

Just so next time he remembers what he was told.

Is that too mean?

Jimmy said...

Joe brings up a good point a 10 PM Appointment? good thing he didnt wake you at 10:30 huh.

I can see poetry would not be a reason for him to quit his day job.

The Queen said...

When my father in law died unexpectantly, the youngest son was there. I have the 911 tape.. the youngest son is asked by dispatch to give CPR. He says he doesn't know how.. she says... take the phone with you and I'll talk you through it... he says it won't reach...

You guessed it.. it was a cordless phone..

Linda Medrano said...

Okay, not a lawyer. A hit man?

peedee said...

I'm with Linda.

I'm still not sure why you do it...