Desk Jockey
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It's coming fast and so I pulled out my suitcase and waz packin a few things.
The wife walks in the bedroom and starts laughing at me. She asks me what I'm doing, which I would think would be painfully obvious even to the casual observer.
But what the heck, I'm game. I barked out "I'm packin" ☆ although I must say, while "in my mind" it felt like I was barking. It came out more like a wimper...like a child caught doing something wrong.
She is laughing and begins to inspect my work. 9 pairs of socks, 6 pair of underwear and 7 t-shirts. She asks "how long are you going to be there?"

4 days.
Then she found my swimwear. Speedo's 1976 era. Mark Spitz. "What the hell?
You can wear those, they don't even fit!"
So I put them on to prove it and she says "I don't think so Flabio."
She is still laughing at me today. I walk in after work, and instead of "how was your day?" She busts out laughing.
So...no nut huggers this trip. I'm so glad I can still bring such joy to my wife.

The wife walks in the bedroom and starts laughing at me. She asks me what I'm doing, which I would think would be painfully obvious even to the casual observer.
But what the heck, I'm game. I barked out "I'm packin" ☆ although I must say, while "in my mind" it felt like I was barking. It came out more like a wimper...like a child caught doing something wrong.
She is laughing and begins to inspect my work. 9 pairs of socks, 6 pair of underwear and 7 t-shirts. She asks "how long are you going to be there?"

4 days.
Then she found my swimwear. Speedo's 1976 era. Mark Spitz. "What the hell?
You can wear those, they don't even fit!"
So I put them on to prove it and she says "I don't think so Flabio."
She is still laughing at me today. I walk in after work, and instead of "how was your day?" She busts out laughing.

So...no nut huggers this trip. I'm so glad I can still bring such joy to my wife.


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