And he didn't like my cake.
He said my biscuits were too hard...
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn't perk the coffee right
He didn't like the stew,
I didn't mend his socks
The way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue.
Then I smacked the little sh*t
Like his MOTHER used to do.
(anonymous)
He said my biscuits were too hard...
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn't perk the coffee right
He didn't like the stew,
I didn't mend his socks
The way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue.
Then I smacked the little sh*t
Like his MOTHER used to do.
(anonymous)
4 comments:
ROFLMAO!
heheh... we must have a similar sense of humour Kez!!
now if only someone had given me that when I *was* married to a man who didn't like my stews... thanks for the laugh :)
No worries Em... I think we're all a lot wiser in hindsight!!
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