I was having a conversation with a particular someone about restaurants, but because he is an eternally single man with a decision-making disorder, I thought it had an amusing double meaning:
"Sometimes I have a hard time deciding what I want." He said.
"No kidding," I rolled my eyes.
"Well, sometimes I get a taste for something, and then it's too late."
(This is where I started laughing to myself), then I said "...ya think?"
6 comments:
Huh?
...you don't get it? It seemed hysterically funny to me. Does anyone get it?
i get it.
kjp can't get it.
for 1, he's a guy, and
2, duh, he doesn't know chuck.
rolling my eyes with you.
~patti
I knew you would get it, Patsy! I can always count on you to get me. Thank you for that!
You sound like your Mother!
and yes, I get it.
Love ya, kiddo.
I do sound like my Mother. I think I'm turning into her, sometimes. It's what happens to all women when they get to my age...they become their mothers. Although, I don't know how far back that goes. My mother becomes granny...granny would not ever become her mother. So, I guess that now there are 2 Granny's.
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