I know, you’re sick of it, but I don’t know what to do. Gary will not shut up about the dust and the allergens.
“Oh God, Gary, please just shut up about the dust. If it’s not the dust, it’s the allergens. Stop it.”
“I CAN TALK ABOUT WHAT I WANT IN MY OWN HOUSE.”
“No. I can’t take it any more. It’s like you’re a robot programmed to talk about nothing but how you’re allergic to the allergens.”
“POKE MY NIPPLE,” he demanded.
After a slight delay, I poked it.
“ALLERGENS,” he said.
2 responses to “Gary and the Dust and the Allergens”
As long as Gary won’t shut up about it, I think it’s fair for you to not shut up about it…
… but also, that is hilarious. 🙂
KC -He is good at making me laugh when he has pushed me to the edge.