Did the milkman ask if you wanted it pasteurized, and did you reply with 'No, just up to my neck'?
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He seemed like a pleasant enough fellow, but kept on asking my wife if she wanted help churning the butter.
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Did the milkman ask if you wanted it pasteurized, and did you reply with 'No, just up to my neck'?
BOOM BOOM
As long as the butter was spreadable.
He seemed like a pleasant enough fellow, but kept on asking my wife if she wanted help churning the butter.
As long as the butter was spreadable.
Mooooove over butter?.......I can still hear my wife's disappointment when I told her that we were switching to margarine.
Mooooove over butter?.......
I wanted to ditch the milkman entirely by getting my own cow, but I cuddn't make it happen.
It's like my grandma always said - why buy the cow when you get he sex for free. Bonus points awarded for those who can tell me which film I stole that from (without googling).
...you wore little girl clothes and had blonde hair?.....My first daughter Jillian looks a lot like how I looked at her age, and my second daughter Addie looks a lot like my wife did at her age. We each have our own little twin! I also see some of my sisters in both of my daughters.
It's like my grandma always said - why buy the cow when you get he sex for free. Bonus points awarded for those who can tell me which film I stole that from (without googling).
Mallrats, not my favorite movie but good for a laugh occasionally.
Both of my children got my eyes, but my son looks more like his father, while my daughter is a blonde version of me. They're half siblings, but you'd hardly be able to tell when they're together. They look like full-blooded siblings, which makes me wonder just how strong my genes really are. Aren't the men supposed to be the genetic warriors?
Slightly unrelated but I read somewhere that children resemble their fathers when they are first born as a survival thing so that the man sees themselves and then go whichever way the gene wind blows. Or, guys are big headed enough to invent a story like that because no man wants to admit about gooey they go when they see their kid for the first time. I would lean towards the latter.
Man if that wasn't the long way around the barn to get to the front door, I like that...so men are idiots, I concurSlightly unrelated but I read somewhere that children resemble their fathers when they are first born as a survival thing so that the man sees themselves and then go whichever way the gene wind blows. Or, guys are big headed enough to invent a story like that because no man wants to admit about gooey they go when they see their kid for the first time. I would lean towards the latter.