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(context probably actually isn't important here.)
me, to husband: Kidding! That was just illustrative. (hugs him) The real answer is FIVE TONS OF FLAX.
(he puts a hand my bum, as is often his wont)
me: ...in a ten-ton bag? ... Er, wait a second, I got that backwards.
(he chokes with laughter)
me: MY PANTS ARE TOO BIG, OKAY? WHAT ABOUT IT?
I got 99 tons but a flax ain't one.
me, to husband: Kidding! That was just illustrative. (hugs him) The real answer is FIVE TONS OF FLAX.
(he puts a hand my bum, as is often his wont)
me: ...in a ten-ton bag? ... Er, wait a second, I got that backwards.
(he chokes with laughter)
me: MY PANTS ARE TOO BIG, OKAY? WHAT ABOUT IT?
I got 99 tons but a flax ain't one.
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Date: Jan. 20th, 2011 08:41 am (UTC)From:Er, umm... I mean, I often put a hand on her bum. Not yours. (Silly linguistic ambiguity.)
Bum-groping: It's an important part of the Fox and Coyote Show!
(Dammit. Another fox. Right, still ambiguous. Screwit, I give up.)
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Date: Jan. 20th, 2011 08:43 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: Jan. 20th, 2011 07:09 pm (UTC)From:(from http://www.drawingalineintime.blogspot.com/ apparently, I found it on some other blog tho)
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Date: Jan. 20th, 2011 07:05 pm (UTC)From:(Dammit. Another fox.
Hee, but he's a crow, so. We'd have got there eventually.
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Date: Jan. 22nd, 2011 01:39 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: Jan. 22nd, 2011 02:41 am (UTC)From: