Saturday, November 15, 2008

MaxieC: The Man, The Mystery

The Mrs.: [first, turning down the music because she thinks she's my mother] "MaxieC has a little boy problem."

Me, CherkyB: "Oh? What's that?"

The Mrs.: "He zipped up his penis in his zipper."

Me, CherkyB: [crossing legs] "Oh. That hurts."

The Mrs.: "Yeah. I need you to go check on it. He won't let me anywhere near it."

Me, CherkyB: "Oh."

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Me, CherkyB: "Hey MaxieC, I hear you got your junk stuck in your zipper."

MaxieC: "Yeah. It really hurts."

Me, CherkyB: "Are you unstuck now, or are you still attached to the zipper."

MaxieC: "I'm unstuck."

Me, CherkyB: "OK good. You'll be fine. You just gotta remember to keep your junk out of the zipper."

MaxieC: "OK Dah."
A half hour later...
The Mrs.: "Mumble mumble mumble your help."

Me, CherkyB: "Huh?"

The Mrs.: "Mumble mumble."

Me, CherkyB: "What do you need?"

The Mrs.: "Your help."

Me, CherkyB: "My help what?"

The Mrs.: "Your help."

Me, CherkyB: "'Your help' isn't a complete thought."

The Mrs.: "I need your help in here." [points to the floor in MaxieC's room]

Me, CherkyB: "That's a turd!"

The Mrs.: "Yes. And it's been stepped on."

MaxieC: "No it hasn't!"

Me, CherkyB: "Then why is it all squished flat?"

The Mrs.: "Is there any more poop hiding in here, MaxieC? Like in your pajamas? In the closet?"

MaxieC: "No, that's it."

The Mrs.: "AAAaaaaa!!!! It's all down your leg!"

MaxieC: "No! That's chocolate!"
Oh, the joys of footed pajamas.

3 comments:

Fat Moother said...

Well let Freddy find the rest of it, or wait a day or so and your nose will lead you to it...........

ellie said...

i wanna puke

blogauthor said...

Junk stuck stinks. I have to pull dad duty when such things happen here. Of course, if I do it to Wheeler, he doesn't feel it. And here I thought paralysis sucked....