It’s been a while since I updated everyone on my life in the trailer park. Things have been going kinda smooth lately so I thought I might share a few thought about my live-in girlfriend, Ginger.
I’ve lost a lot of weight since Ginger started doing the cooking. I remember the first meal she made for me. Rather then hurt her feelings, I tried to feed my dinner to the dog. The dog took a few bites then started licking his butt. Just then Ginger walked into the room and asked what the dog was doing. I said, “I think he’s trying to get the taste out of his mouth.”
But lately I must admit Ginger’s cooking has been improving, ever since she figured out that the smoke alarm isn’t a timer. Then, last week I was down at the bar with my buddies when the bartender yelled out that I had an emergency phone call. I went running for the phone thinking the worse. When I got to the phone, I heard Ginger’s voice. She said; “Do you know your dog just took a shit on the kitchen floor?”
Now I’m thinking, “What is it with females that they wont touch dog shit, but there was no way am I was leaving my party to do it! ” So I told Ginger to just pit a paper towel over it, and I’d be home in a few hours.
When I did get home, I opened the kitchen door and I was in shock! The whole floor looked like a miniature camp ground as there were little paper towel tents all over it. It seems the dog got into Ginger’s homemade cookies. I’m saving these cookies for Halloween. Apparently, they will scare the crap out of anything!