So the other day, I decided to let Lance know how wonderful I think he is, when all of a sudden, I hear: "THAT'S BECAUSE I'M..................."
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TROPHY HUSBAND!!
Yeah, he purchased the shirt himself. Classic. :)
When you look back on your life, it looks as though it were a plot, but when you are into it, it's a mess: just one surprise after another. Then, later, you see it was perfect.
Schopenhauer
4 comments:
That's nice that you guys are such good friends! the shirt too funny.
Oh for a mink with "trophy Wife" carved in the back"
Hey, if guys can have trophy wives, then we most certainly can have trophy hubbies!!!! If ya look good, flaunt it right?!
Oh, I gotta get one of those...(the shirt, I mean, not the husband ;O)
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