I asked my husband to please clean the bugs that he’d left smashed on the walls. He claimed that he didn’t want to because they were his “trophies.” IMMD
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That’s also why he won’t let you wash the doo-doo stains out of your underpants. Every stain is a little anal trophy.
gross!
I do this with spiders rolled up in the blinds.
that sounds just like a conversation between my brother and my mom.
I think it would be better to say that the smashed ones would be a warning to other bugs coming in the house.
Let me guess. You’re his trophy wife?
I’m a sick man, you’re useless
Saves on taxidermy bills.
Hey, those “trophies” must have added at least $100 to the value of their mobile home!
he’s from either Texas or Arkansas, huh