Roc got home late last night; through my sleepy haze I can recall asking him about his night. He started telling me a story about a guy that was hiding three salamis and a crack pipe on his person; I must have drifted off, because I don't remember the beginning or the end of the story.
Does it really matter? With a title like that, doesn't that about sum up the ridiculousness of my husband's job? I swear that if anybody asks me how his job is today, I will answer:
"Three salamis and a crack pipe."
Enough said!
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Sounds right to me!lol
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