Bman: Oh yeah there’s a hole in the pocket of my work trou.
Me: Do you need it sewing up?
Bman: I was just going to chuck ’em out
Bman: Well the other pocket looks like Frankenstein’s rectum so…
Me: *laughs long and hard* I don’t even want to know.
Bman: Well, he might have sewn it up himself. Did you ever see Frankenstein eating?
Me: *click click click* Huh. turns out there are no pictures on google of Frankenstein’s rectum.
Bman: Funny that.
Conversations like this are the reason I do actually (despite my better judgement & the fact that he is currently sporting a ridiculous 1930’s RAF moustache) still love my husband. The evening is still young though so this could easily wane.
(Disclaimer: we are well aware that Frankenstein was the doctor and not the name of the monster. No need to tweet about it)