Facebook Conversation with the Hotband.

As some of you may or may not know, my husband works in another state in the country four days out of the seven day week. This means that we rely very heavily on social media to stay in touch. Cellphones, computers, web cams and of course, Facebook. We spend a lot of time on there talking to one another and more importantly, staying connected to keep the love alive.

Yeah. Like we ever had a problem with THAT! Heh.

My husband loves to post bizarre pictures on Facebook. This works well, because I love to SAY inappropriate things on his Facebook wall. I do this for a couple of reasons. A) I know the things that I say utterly disgust my sister in law and her friend who are friends with my husband. This is my passive/aggressive way of saying “fuck off, dogfaces”. B) Any woman from my husbands past will VERY rapidly figure out that the Hotband’s wife is, in fact, mentally deranged. There will be no sweet, rekindling of the past love notes sent to my husband so long as they realize I am a danger to myself and others. Especially others.

Try me, bitches.

Anyway, my husband posts a picture of a fucking mountain goat, or maybe it’s a ram. Or a friggin’ ewe. Whatever. But, it’s dangling off an electrical wire in someones backyard. Obviously a photoshop deal (Yes, Blogger….photoshop IS a word. Be gone, red squiggly line!). My husband finds this picture to be a riot and posts it on his page. The following hilarity ensues:

Pee Ess: Names are obviously changed/blocked out for privacy. Most people don’t want you to know they are associated with me. Click on the pic to enlarge.

Tony B. likes this.

Eddie:
how??????????????????

Hotband:
LMFAO, I don’t know but would have loved to witness it

Kathy:
kinda reminds me of the dead squirrel I had hanging from my porch rafters…. two grown men in this house and I had to go scoop it out with a Walmart bag…lol… I’ll post the pic

Hotband:
Ha! Nice

Eddie:
a squirrel weighs what? 1 pound. This thing has to weigh like 40=60 pounds

Hotband:
Could be a photoshop

Kathy:
posted the squirrel and trust me it was real…

CP:
i wish someone would hang me naked from an electrical line. then pinata my ass a few times until i shit candy. that would be fucking sweet.

Eddie:
Hotband, now you’re gonna make me break out my CSI Orlando kit.

Hotband:
Babe WTF? LMFAO

CP:
fuck man. i just laughed so hard my tampon dislodged…*ROFLMAO*

Hotband:
Well, I guess it’s close enough to candy out of your ass

CP:
oh shit. i’m not even wearing a tampon.
wtf was that then?
*dials 911*

Hotband:
Maybe it was that candy after all?

Eddie:
omfg!!!!

CP:
i dunno. should i taste it? what if it’s sticky…and catches on the roof of my mouth? i may choke. i dunno…it’s really pretty suspicious looking. maybe i spontaneously aborted my liver through my vagina.

Hotband:
I say you freeze it and wait for me to get home, I’ll have a look at it first. If it’s edible, we can serve it up when your mom gets here.

CP
omfg. banner day. for once, i am without words.

*bows to the master*

Janet:
omg omg omg omg……

12 thoughts on “Facebook Conversation with the Hotband.

  1. CP

    J-Even funnier to me about that line is she is an old high school friend who is a converted christian, VERY religious and spirtual and overall very happy, perky person. I think she was fucking floored by that conversation. It’s not often she is speechless. But, I think this was beyond the limits for her. LOL

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  2. Yo Momma

    um in fear of sounding like the nerd trying to get in good with the popular cheerleader girls in h.s. ‘can I be your friend?’ huh huh huh?? I would say Marry me but it’s too late.
    ‘should I taste it? maybe i spontaneously aborted my liver through my vagina.’ omg. I can just IMAGINE your SIL and her friend. hahahahahahaha!

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  3. Jordan

    hahahahaha oh my god that was pretty much the funniest thing I have read all day.

    Your blog is great! I really do love it. I am going to give it a thumbs up on BlogShare (www.mylifeasablogger.ning.com)

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