Showing posts with label shit my boyfriend says. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shit my boyfriend says. Show all posts

Friday, February 10, 2012

..wait, what?

On today's episode of 'Shit My Boyfriend Says'...

Me: "Actually, it was pretty awesome and I couldn't believe it finally happened. I guess it was like... I dunno, imagine how you felt the first time your saw a pair of naked tits in person."
Him: "I don't want to, they were my sister's."

Monday, February 6, 2012

I felt like bragging...

This is fucking hilarious. And something about which I believe both of us are entitled to brag. Also I intend to bring this up for the rest of his natural life--just like bringing up that he once wore pleather pants in public.

Boyfriend: "I ripped my pants last night."
Me: "How'd you manage that?"
Boyfriend: "I got a hard-on in my sleep and it ripped them."

S#!t my Boyfriend Says

We both value comedy and our senses of humour are a big draw for each of us. But we don't constantly bandy around obvious jokes. I'm the grand master of subtle comedy. Sometimes he gets a good one in, as well.

Today my boyfriend said...

(In the last few months I've found articles on scientists designing a robot that makes sandwiches and a robot that runs on human waste.)

Me: "WHY DO WE NEED THESE THINGS? THERE ARE OTHER PROBLEMS TO SORT OUT!"
Him: "Why not? That way you can have a sandwich-making robot that runs on the shit you make."