I paid a visit to the facilities at work today and I looked down at the urinal. Sitting there against the drain guard was quite a large orange pip. Now, I know that someone most probably spat it out post-urination but I couldn’t help squirming a little as I thought, “I bet that must have hurt.”
Note - Today is Roo and my six-month anniversary (Doesn't time fly - Ed.). We're off to dinner out, hence the short post, but I'd be remiss if I didn't take this moment to shout from the highest metaphorical rooftop how fantastic life is with Robyn as my bride.
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