Atomictumor

So the Missus asks me if I asked off for when I have to get my permanent crown put in my mouth.

I said, “*&@$!, no.”  Then I whacked the desk I’m sitting at for emphasis.

The Missus said, “you know, you don’t need a PDA.” She went on, “you need a pocket sized wife.”

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