"I can tell I'm sick from the smell of my farts" ... and other tid-bits overheard at the Hick-Cuddles household (yes, we've moved in together everyone. It's "official", which means I'm now "cleaning up for two")

"snnnoooooorrrrrrre.............breath......snnnnnnoooooorrrrrrree"
"your snores were the growls of a giant killer cat that was chasing me in my dream last night!"

"you can squeeze my bum if you want to"

"no, it doesn't look like a roach, that's an ant"
"that is totally not an ant, it's a beetle"
"um.. no it's not!"
"Let's send it into Animal Planet and have it analyzed"

"my mom apologizes for telling you to 'have a good year' on your birthday, she doesn't want you to think she said that because she doesn't want to see you for a year"

"yes, I do have stinky pee this week, and I'm about to pee so you can come in and smell it if you like"
(in response to some questioning from your truly to determine the proper remedy for Cuddles' allergies)
Epilogue : his pee was not, in fact, stinky therefore "Nit-Ac" was NOT the correct remedy. Keynote of that remedy is "Foul smelling pee - smells like horse's urine"

I think this will be an ongoing segment on OFC, since intimate, embarassing and sometimes disgusting statements are declared and professed each day in our little home.

"Enjui" - a la OOTG  Hick Teeth ¶ 3:57 PM