I resolved that when I got home I would make him a healthy cooked breakfast and that's what I did. I made him scrambled eggs on toasted wheaten bread. While he was eating it I told him that cooking for him made me feel like Carmela Soprano. And I said,
And with that good breakfast in you, you can go out and strangle somebody with your bare hands and then you can phone up The Bun to come and help you sterilise the crime scene and dispose of the corpse.
He laughed. That's another thing that's great about Bert. He enjoys my sense of humour.
5 comments:
Oh I'm loving your sense of humor, too!
Should I bring a shovel?
Nah! Can you drive a backhoe?
Would you be needing any concrete?
Tell me you're building a bungalow! Are the founds in yet?
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