Monthly Archives: November 2010
In a perfect world my future wife would not be my wife but my:
B – onafide
I – dentured
T – echnical
C – opulating
Stepford my ass.
In a perfect world my future wife would be as lame as me and work at McDoanlds.
In a perfect world my future wife would’nt know how to turn off “locate iphone” on her Mobile Me account so I won’t be able to track her ass.
VIA: John Roman
In a perfect world my future wife and I would have our first kiss in the biography section of a bookstore listening to each others iPods. The earphones would get tangled. While trying to unravel them I would reach for a book and our lips would touch. It would only last a few seconds. We wouldn’t talk about it. We wouldn’t be surprised by it, because it was supposed to happen.
In a perfect world my future wife’s name would be something boyish but still sexy like Ryan, or Spencer, Erin or Brooklyn.
In a perfect world I would check my totem to see if my lovely, beautiful, caring future wife really existed, for fear that someone “inceptionized” my thoughts.