Sunday, April 17, 2011

The Height of Married Life

So Mr. P and I have reached the pinnacle of married life. Oh, lucky pengirl, you say. Listen to this. OK, this is going to get a bit intimate. Mr. P and I are not above using some shall we say utensils in our whoopee time and one of them is a bottle of personal ...hm, lubricant. Penboy has a hamster, as you know, Henry. Henry likes to run in his wheel all night long. The wheel has become really squeaky, keeping us up. Do you see where I'm going with this? Finally, Mr.P decided enough was enough and he was going to put WD40 on that wheel.



I came home from work the next day and this conversation ensued.



Mr. P: I finally got Henry's wheel to stop squeaking!



Me: You put WD40 on it, could that not be harmful to him!?



Mr. P (with a happy shining smile on his face): No, actually, I could not find the right lube, so I used our lube for it.



Me: As in...happy times lube?



Mr. P (with pride): Yes!



And that, ladies and gentlemen is the height of married life. Using sex toys to fix your child's pent's cage. Yep, it doesn't get better than that.

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