Killing Me Softly..... With Her Words

I was reminded of something that happened to me as Julie and I were driving towards Pennsylvania for our honeymoon. We had decided on taking a scenic route through the country side and just enjoy the three to four drive we had ahead of us. Along the way I realized that I had forgotten to pick up some Powerball tickets before we left the state and also, I needed to go pee real bad.

We eventually came across this gas station that also had a deli inside and quite a large store. Julie pulled up and parked right in front of the door and I went in alone to do my deeds. After my pitstop was complete I headed for the front door when I noticed these two tough looking biker dudes pulling up on their Harley's. For some reason, I felt it was necessary to try and be on the same level as them so I threw back my shoulders, stuck out my chest, sucked in my gut, and proceeded to strut out of the store.

"How's it going guys?", I asked in a deep manly voice.
"Good" replied one guy and the other just gave me a nod.

So I continued to strut past their bikes, opened the passenger door of the P/T Cruiser, climbed in and slouched back into the seat trying to be cool. That's when Julie looked over at me with her eyes wide open and asked...

"Honey, did you go potty???"

*sigh* You're killing me dear...... you're killing me.