You know how you get those phone calls and they say stuff like, “Hello, is this Mr. Car…uhvannus?” and you’re all “Well, heck, that was almost close. Whattaya selling?” and then they claim they’re not selling anything, but then they’re trying to tell you some cock’n’bull story about your credit card or alarm system or …
Y’know what? I might have something other than this cartoon on my mind. Point is, Poopoohead and Doodoohead aren’t that different and over the phone, you might mistake one for the other.
Awwww. There goes the date! Mal should buy her a bottle of wine to make up for the disappointment.
and pay her a LOT MORE!
Her pet name for Mal will be PooPoo Head? How sweet.
Poor Shelly, her date just cratered.
Tis better to have loved and lost than never loved at all… bet she’s a closet social media ninja and gonna blister Mal….
(had spouse have oral surgery, long long very hot day hours from here. I have heat stroke and he’s doing his best to sleep through the next three days. I’ve been through that a few times so he’s getting room service and his job is to sleep. They gave him enough painkillers at least)
Will you come play “mom” to me, next time I have a couple teeth removed surgically? 😛
I’m getting brownie points racked up, I’m facing having a LOT of teeth out surgically and getting implants. I don’t make a good patient when I have dissolve-able stitches in my mouth… one side lets go in the first half an hour then the stitch knot flops around for the next three days….
any names like that fit him so much better. hehe.
I still feel bad for the poor Shelly that hoped for a date and doesn’t know what kind of poupou she is about to step on.
PooPooHead would be a semi-compliment if they were in Hawaii.
PuPu Platter is delicious.
Awww don’t break the fragile lady’s heart…
*sigh*
She’s gonna go She Hulk, isn’t she??
Except she works for SportsMart so… she has to go orange, right?