Where, Oh Where, Could My Little Beer Be? Oh Where, Oh Where Could It Be?
Me, shouting with my head deep in the refridgerator: “Honey! Remember when I -”
Wife: “Behind the beets.”
Me, shouting again: “Clever!”
Several moments later.
Me, still shouting: “I see no beets! I see no beer! Only my breath!”
Wife: “It’s in there.”
Me, shouting once again: “The beets or the beer?”
Wife: “Both. Wait. We ate the beets. Just the beer.”
Me, shouting for the last time: “I didn’t eat any beets! I see nothing! I think I’m snowblind! I’m coming out!”
Me, emerging from the chilly box rubbing my frosty head: “Help me, I’m Goofy.”
The wife gets up from the couch, walks to the fridge, opens the door, sticks in her hand and pulls out the bottle of beer.
Me: “Wow. How’d you do that?”
Wife: “I never hid the beer. It was right there in plain sight. It’s a little game I like to play with you called: ‘So-Fucking-Obvious’. It’s a lot of fun and I always win.”
CURSES!
April 1st, 2007 at 8:37 pm
So-Fucking-Obvious is the best game!
April 9th, 2007 at 1:22 pm
It is the best! Apparently I invented it!