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posted by Aislinn Sirk @ 11:28 AM
Yeah, that about sums it up.
Love means never having to blow up your spouse. *grin*
Are you trying to tell me that you love me?
Um, hi.
Whadda you mean "hi"?You don't know what "hi" is!
I'm pretty sure love has something to do with sex, because in the end, everything goes back to that. Right? Did I get it?
What's love got to do with it?
Uh....okay. Whatever you say, dear.
Where is the love?
All you need is love.Love is all you need.Oh and in the end the love we take is equal to the love we make.*Two of my most favorite quotes(songs) by the way.
For the record, the conversation is actually written by Matt Goering in his "Life is Hell" comic strips.I read it ten year ago and laughed and laughed.Mr Bob and I still recite it to each other.The trick is to say the "Please, darling, let's not argue" in a long suffering, very patient voice.
BOOOOOOOOOBBBBBB!Where are you? They make strawberry filled hearshy kisses too!
I had port tonight!
*hands over ear*I'm not listening to you, you undead crack dealer!
Of all the things to argue about, like the toliet seat, the toothpaste squeezing you argued about love? I'll try that next time he brings up my kids and see if it works. I'll report back!
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Yeah, that about sums it up.
Love means never having to blow up your spouse. *grin*
Are you trying to tell me that you love me?
Um, hi.
Whadda you mean "hi"?
You don't know what "hi" is!
I'm pretty sure love has something to do with sex, because in the end, everything goes back to that. Right? Did I get it?
What's love got to do with it?
Uh....okay. Whatever you say, dear.
Where is the love?
All you need is love.
Love is all you need.
Oh and in the end the love we take is equal to the love we make.
*Two of my most favorite quotes(songs) by the way.
For the record, the conversation is actually written by Matt Goering in his "Life is Hell" comic strips.
I read it ten year ago and laughed and laughed.
Mr Bob and I still recite it to each other.
The trick is to say the "Please, darling, let's not argue" in a long suffering, very patient voice.
BOOOOOOOOOBBBBBB!
Where are you?
They make strawberry filled hearshy kisses too!
I had port tonight!
*hands over ear*
I'm not listening to you, you undead crack dealer!
Of all the things to argue about, like the toliet seat, the toothpaste squeezing you argued about love? I'll try that next time he brings up my kids and see if it works. I'll report back!
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