Sitting on the couch with husband, watching hockey, feeling like a lump.
Say to husband: “I feel like a canker on a boil on the goiter of the neck of life.”
Husband: “What’s a goiter anyway? From the way it sounds, it can’t be good.
Then made the mistake of looking up pictures of each of the above.
Will probably have vividly horrible dreams tonight, and I have only myself to blame.
Speaking of goiters on the neck of life, (and I mean no disrespect for people who actually suffer from such terrible conditions. Yet another reason for me to be grateful), watch this:
Oops is right. On so many levels: 0n him (idiot), on his staff who woefully underprepared him, and on anyone who thought for even 5 seconds that this man was qualified to be a candidate for President.