|In case anyone is wondering, what the husband wanted to show me was not his wiener.|
Wait. Don't imagine that. It'll make your head explode.
However, I never could have dreamed a theme would emerge organically. The theme of this A to Z Challenge is, of course, Anal Bleaching. I'm sure that's exactly what the creator of the challenge had in mind when he started it.
Here it is day "C" and we're still talking about it. And with good reason. There's so much we still don't know about it.
Take for example the conversation between The Writer, Rinser, Repeater (WRR) and Elise Fallson in yesterday's comments. The WRR wondered if anal bleaching offered the option of hi-lights, to which Elise pointed out there must be hair there if hi-lighting is involved (which brings up a whole 'nother topic: how hairy is your buttcrack?). WRR clarified that tattoo was perhaps a better word, maybe like honey brown with baby blonde stripes. Which made me think of a tiger. Which then made me wonder if the skin of a tiger's anus was striped (which is quite honestly something I never thought I'd wonder about) and I thought about Googling it to find out but then thought no. Just...no.
Justin suggested that, in keeping with the theme, today's word should be Clorox. Which isn't a bad idea, but I have visions of some of you attempting a DIY project and pouring straight bleach down your crack. And I can't say with absolute certainty, but I can say with a reasonable amount of certainty that that is a Very Terrible Idea.
I did already have a topic picked out for today: Conversations with the husband (exhibit A, above; and exhibit B below) but I can't ignore Brett Minor's challenge of using cannibalism, C-section, copulate and calculator in one sentence.
Here we go:
I would need a calculator to determine the number of cannibals who copulate, extract their baby via c-section, and consume it; it's the most heinous form of cannibalism.
The Writer, Rinser, Repeater struck again with her suggestion that I delve into the subject of Candy the Crack Whore from Chicago and her Camel Toe.
|I don't know, Charlie. I don't know.|
And so I give you, today's "C" topic: Conversation with the husband.
The husband: I got our trashcan. It was across the street.
Me: Yeah, I saw it. I walked by it about four times today when I walked the dogs.
The husband: Why doesn't it surprise me you just left it there?
Me: I watched from the window while the woman with the little dog pulled our trashcan out of the street on her way to check her mail. The wind blew it back in the street and I watched her tuck it behind the bush on her way back.
|In case you can't tell, the husband is face-palming it. Or maybe he's ripping his face off. Either way, he's very pleased.|
Also, is it just me, or does the husband's hand seem abnormally large? He should probably have that checked out.
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