My husband has programmed his phone so that when I call, it plays the Darth Vader death march.
Dun, dun, da dun dun, da dun dun, da dun.
Come on. You're a bunch of geeks. You know what I mean.
He thinks he's so fucking funny.
It's a damn good thing he learned to do that thing with his tongue, or he'd be in some serious trouble.
How did he learn to do that thing with his tongue? Maybe Hans Solo taught him.
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