Thursday, February 17, 2005

Dinner Conversation...

At dinner someone (methinks the middle child) says:

(blah blah blah) hot chickie babe... (aimed squarely at the wife)

To wit the youngest responds: No, no, no. Since she's a woman, she's a "hot chickie hen".

then he points at me and says: And he's a hot chickie rooster

Needless to say we all degenerated into laughter.

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