· While riding in the car, he checks himself out in the rearview mirror and remarks, “Damn, I’m a good looking man! You married up.” Nice.
· I was in tears one night, reading a sweet poem written by my friend, Myrna, when Brantley interrupts me with, “I sh*# a turd so big today that I almost fainted.” I suddenly wanted to cry for different reasons.
As ususal, you kill! Thanks for the Holla! :) Glad you used that Brantley-ism, it so epitomizes the stuff many men say that their wives are afraid to tell (my brothers)!
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