In retaliation for Ashley sharing the fact that I didn't exactly know where pickles came from, I've decided to share a story about Ashley's feet.
A few weeks ago, Ashley and I were sitting down at my coffee table to enjoy a nice dinner she had prepared. As we were taking our seat on the couch, Ashley chose to sit Native American style (I believe it's highly important to be PC) and place her plate on her lap. With her feet no more than two feet from her face, and with my feet stretched out underneath the table approximately eight feet away from her, she tells me, "you're feet stink."
My feet didn't stink. Ashley's did. I could smell them, and they were bad. They smelled like onions that had been smeared in goose poo.
7 comments:
when did you have the unfortunate experience of smelling onions smeared in goose poo?
ashley's feet stink a lot.
I'll vouch for that!
Bethany -- Good question....
Since I live in Idaho and work on an indian reservation, I think I can say something about your political correctness.
"Native americans" call themselves Indians. Even on official documents.
Dear Landon: Do you realize it has been over a YEAR since you posted? Get with the program!
Sincerely,
"Mrs. Reed" AKA MTB
I haven't posted on your blog before, but I am the infamous Naomi (I better be infamous). Anyway, lol, Ashley ALWAYS thinks it is someone else who stinks and she'll argue a good bit about it. Gotta love her, even with all her stinkiness. Isn't it funny how she always calls other people stinky...or maybe that is just me?!
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