I had a deep, profound conversation with my wife this Sunday morning. [View all]
Her: I ordered myself some new socks this morning online.
Me: Oh, that's nice.
Her: I bought two new bras too.
Me: That's good.
Her: They were on sale. $25 a piece.
Me: That's good.
Me: I don't know how you women walk around with those things.
Her: What things?
Me: Breasts.
Her: What do you mean?
Me: I dunno. Seems like they would be a pain in the ass. And then you have to wear a bra...I dunno...seems like a lot of work to me.
Her: It's probably not as bad as having to walk around with a penis.
Me: It's not the penis that's a problem.
Her: What is the problem then?
Me: The testicles.
Her: Why?
Me: When men age, gravity takes over, and you end up sitting on them.
Her: Really?
Me: Yes. That's why you hear me randomly scream once in awhile.
Her: I didn't know that.
Me: Yeah, when I test drove the new car, I had to ensure that the seats were at the right level so I didn't sit on my nuts when getting into the car. That was my main criteria when choosing a new car...that I didn't sit on my nuts when getting in.
Her: Wow.
Me: Yeah.
Her: Well, I'm off to church. I'll see you later.
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