I'm finally home after errands and the gym, and I'm enjoying a little leisurely blog reading. I'm very grateful, because I came across a simple sentence that has given me a well needed chuckle for the past five minutes. Allow me to share.
"Meanwhile, we're quickly realizing that a down Internet, though lovely for the first week, has become a giant pain in our household's asshole."
Yes, that's it. Asshole. I don't care how old I get, asshole makes me laugh. As does butthole. I'm embarrassed to say so, but it's true. If someone gets pissed at me and calls me an asshole, all I can do is laugh in their face, even if I totally was an asshole, and especially if I totally deserved to be called out on it.
Similarly, when someone is venting their frustrations and uses the word, I find it hysterical. On the surface, I do not delight in others' suffering, but deep down, I think I find frustration funny. Not serious, life- threatening frustration mind you, but a down Internet is not that serious (even though it totally sucks, sucks, sucks).
Sometimes, when I'm having a bad day, my sweetie will purposefully call me a butthole because he knows I love it. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm about to turn 33. Although this is a moderately shameful and immature quality, I hope it never ends.
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