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Funny but not, but yeah:
Asked Joel to bring the recycling bin down from the curb.
Him: You're a recycling bin!
Me: Not funny. Then get a broom and sweep the porch.
Him: You're a broom.
Me. Not funny. Knock it off. And after you sweep, pull those sharp weeds with a hoe.
Him: You're a hoe.
Me: Don't say that!
Him: What's a hoe?
Me: Never mind. Just don't say that again.
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When we were first married, Bert and I both worked in a halfway house for mentally retarded adults. One of them, Dianne, will forever live in my memory. When she was sweet she was very very sweet but when she was not ... she was HORRID! One day, shortly after Bert married this Yankee girl (we were living in Texas), he had to convince Dianne to do something she didn't want to do and she was mad! She was throwing a screaming fit, of which I caught a word here and there but I was very confused by why on earth she was calling my husband a dirty garden tool. I later asked him why on earth she was screaming about him being "nothing but a stinkin' ho!" which he found hilarious. He did explain it to me once he stopped laughing. I'm not sure I had ever heard even the word "whore" before then. I would have understood if she had called him a harlot!
Such innocence...sad to have to change that...
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Hello, I am visiting your blog after a long time. I hope you had been good all through the gone days!
Funny though, I now understood why my one neighbour was calling another neighbour as HOE HOE :D
Love Naqvee
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