Curry Cretin
When my Nepali housemate walked in on me heating up curry from a tin, I seriously considered moving out.
When my Nepali housemate walked in on me heating up curry from a tin, I seriously considered moving out.
After I spilled gasoline on my shoes while topping off my car's tank on the way to lunch, my daughter announced to the cashier at McDonald's, "If you smell gas, it's coming from my mom."
As he watched them make his hamburger from the counter, my four year old announced loudly that he was no longer interested in being an astronaut when he grew up but would prefer to have a job at McDonalds.
As I looked back on that horribly mortifying moment I realized it could have been much worse, it could have been my mom that walked in.
My mother thinks we're dating because she found the hickies he gave me on my neck.
Just as we entered the jam-packed animal rights seminar, the elastic on my half slip failed, and it fell to the floor.
In college, I was in a morning class with 500 other students in a lecture hall, only to fall asleep and wake up about 5 hours later in the middle of another class.