My husband, Mathew, is the most ridiculous man I know.
We were eating dinner one evening and Mathew had finished before the rest of us (as always) and got up from the table. The kids were tired and whiny and the dog was going crazy. I asked Mathew if he would help me clear the table before leaving the room. Do you know what he said?
"Okay. I guess I'll just poop my pants."
And the kicker is that he would have too, just to prove a point.
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