Friday, September 6, 2013

Small talk

Dr. Grumpy: "How's your husband doing?"

Mrs. Latrine: "He eats, then he shits. It's like living with a goose."
Posted by Grumpy, M.D. at 4:00 AM

8 comments:

bluetoothbuddha said...

That's the "end"game, right there.

September 6, 2013 at 4:19 AM
Anonymous said...

My mother has said that about my dementia affected father, but she also added, "he randomly squawks and puffs up indignantly, and I really ought to swat your brother for giving him the darn bird call"

September 6, 2013 at 7:37 AM
bunkywise said...

More ammunition to use against my husband. That described him quite brilliantly. Does anyone remember Garfield Goose? Garfield is going to be his new pet name. :-)

September 6, 2013 at 11:35 AM
Steeny Lou said...

LOL!

September 6, 2013 at 10:34 PM
Leda said...

Yeah, that was pretty much my experience too.

September 7, 2013 at 2:11 PM
Anonymous said...

Ummm. Goose poo tends to be high in certain nitrogenous products, and rather green. Is hubby on a tummy tube?

September 7, 2013 at 9:21 PM
Anonymous said...

After a comment like that, I'd hope he gives her an occasional 'goose nip' or 'honk' at her sometimes.

September 8, 2013 at 4:29 PM
Packer said...

Get a Border Collie. Problem solved.

September 9, 2013 at 10:00 AM

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