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I work at a mattress store and I live in constant fear that one day I’ll ask someone if they need shitted feets instead of fitted sheets 😬
If someone said this to me, I would laugh so had I couldn’t resist the sale.
Shit your feets, my guy
We’re the smulling fronds
I hate when hat thappens.
The best thing I have learned to do with age is embrace the awkwardness. You do something ridiculous and awkward, you laugh, call it out like it’s something funny for both of you, and then you move on.
“Gow’s it hoeing? …wait… that’s not right. Hoooow’s… itt… gooooiiing… there we go, nailed it.”
