"How Do I Look?", She Always Said.

Mrs. Galesby never liked her hair. So she had it clipped, curled, colored, crimped, bobbed, permed and pattied, whipped and whirled, until she was thoroughly unhappy. She said to herself, " It must be my cheeks", which she immediately had lowered. "Oh, it's my eyes." which she had quickly tightened. That, in turn revealed the true length of her nose. She promptly had it filleted. She had her breasts built up, tummy tucked in, her thighs sucked out, and her buttocks rounded over.
At the divorce proceedings Mr. Galesby was asked by the Judge why he had requested the divorce.
"She's just not the girl I once knew." He replied.
The Judge awarded the divorce on the grounds of unrecognizable differences.
2 Comments:
well, you can pick your friends and you can pick your nose but you can't pick your friends nose.hehehehe
Toby
Toby,
Who says you can't?
:P
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