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Ho’ing Around

My husband and I had an interesting conversation by the pool yesterday afternoon.

Him: Hey!  Get your hands off my ho’!

Me: What, I can’t touch your ho’?

Him: No, the ho’ is mine.

Me: I’m your wife.  You should share your ho’ with me.

Him: Sorry to break it to you, babe, but you’re no good at ho’ing around the pool.

Me: Can’t you teach me to ho’ around the pool?  I’m willing to learn.

Him:  I’m not sure you’ve got what it takes.

Me: Come on, ho’ing can’t be that hard.

Him:  You’d be surprised.  It’s all in the technique.


Me: I’m sure your ho’ and I can figure out how to get along.  Get out of here.

As soon as his head was turned, I beat that ho’ into the ground.



9 replies on “Ho’ing Around”

Ha! Ho’ – did I ever tell you about the time a commenter called me a “hoe”? Yeah, those were the days.

You tell that ho’ who’s boss, now, hear? 🙂

Deathly funny but also slightly disturbing. Because you don’t seem to have got it. You should be saying “sure, honey” and lounging with a martini by the pool while you admire his muscles glistening in the sunlight. Or something.
(I’ve heard that’s what y’all do in California. Martinis by the pool, that is.)
😉

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