Misinterpreted conversation.
Jen and I just finished watching the first episode of The Bachelor: Paris.
We've learned that it's never OK to list "My eggs are rotting and my clock is ticking" as a reason why you'd like to settle down.
Now that it's over, she's sprawled on the couch, and I'm camped on the floor. I'm watching the news, and she's surfing the internet.
So imagine my surprise when she looked up, held her hands a little ways apart, and said "Is this seven inches?"
I dare you to say that you didn't automatically think of that.
posted by K @ 8:03 PM
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