“How much blood will each bag hold?” ~ Victor to a baffled clerk while buying several boxes of black trash bags at a gas station.
And that’s the reason why I will never divorce this man.*
*Both because of his incredibly inappropriate sense of humor and because I suspect he was imagining my blood in the bags.
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And in other news, it’s time for the weekly wrap-up:
What you missed in my shop (tentatively called “Eight pounds of uncut cocaine” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):
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This week on shit-I-didn’t-come-up-with-but-wish-I-did-because-it’s-kind-of-awesome:
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He’s a keeper. Did he buy a chainsaw too?
A marriage made in mutually inappropriate heaven! Luckily for both of us, my inappropriate husband and inappropriate me found each other as well. No one else would ever understand us!
Haha, that’s a good way to get on a police wacth list. But that’s one of the funniest ways to get on their radar, so that’s cool.
Funny how our perfect relationships aren’t obvious to those around us.
You are perfect for each other. 🙂
You are perfect for each other.
Some people are just meant to be together. 🙂
My husband will never ask fun questions like that. I still love him because he doesn’t think I’m crazy when I talk about my characters like they exist. You know because they do exist to me. 😀
I hope you got the stretch ones… also the ones that hide the stink! Those are great ones for blood 😉
Tell Victor he’s awesome. <3
HAHAHA Bands that don’t exist is brilliant. I should start playing that game with hipsters I run into.
I love reading the conversations y’all have!
The two of you definitely belong together! He may pretend that he doesn’t get you sometimes but, deep down, he really does.
I used to listen to Get The F**k Outta My Pool before they sold out.
I love saying inappropriate things to people I barely know, I once asked a bank clerk about cheque fraud when cashing a cheque, big mistake.
My hubs and I once had a discussion on how much douche would a douche bag hold if a douche bag was holding it. Yeah, that is how we spend our evenings.
I knew Victor had to be somewhat twisted, glad to find out it’s in such a fun way.
OMG the sloths………hahahahaha………!!!
It’s one of those moments when your heart just swells with mutual weirdness. Like this morning, when I was making breakfast, and I was a pterodactyl for a minute, and my boyfriend was a T-rex. (It makes even less sense when I type it out. Hmm.)
Just make sure there are no holes in the bags. There’s nothing more embarrassing than leaving a trail of blood behind you.
He’ll probably need heavy duty bags. You don’t want blood all over the place.
Probably baffled because they say how many gallons they hold on the box
Aww, I wish to find true weird happiness like that someday. I just love you guys! hehe
our husbands are cut from the same cloth – good people. We watch a lot of investigative discovery channel and he worries that if I ever die, the police are going to have a FIELD day trying to figure out which show he used. . . (and I will likely have just been clumsy and dropped the knife and tried to catch it and I stabbed myself . . . because I’m that much of a disaster) – he’s a bit more worried that I might be plotting by watching these shows. .. . and he will now be mortified that I’ve put this on the intertubes where it will live for eternity.
Hmm, just blood? Or is there gooey meaty flesh with it? Because if you have gooey meaty flesh, then I’d go with contractor bags, or better yet, supplement with one of those bins for the Christmas Tree to avoid leakage. I’m assuming you are talking about a moose and not a human body, so you might be need 15 of those bins.
I wish you had taken a pic of the clerk’s face! Priceless! 🙂
I think that’s the best thing Victor has ever said! I love it!
Not sure if you two are perfect for each other because you’ve been together for so long, or if you’ve been together for so long because you’re perfect for each other. I guess it’s another one of those life mysteries people talk about.
Maybe he was imagining your blood in the bags as a contingency plan. Just in case you needed a little extra after the sloths attack. That’s how blood works, right?
I’m wondering if the clerk laughed or called the police. Of course as I write this, I’m realizing that having that question means I assumed it was human blood. Here’s hoping everyone else did too.
Have you ever considered writing a book where you give relationship advice? It would probably be my bible.
You’ll be lucky if you don’t get a friendly visit from the police. But totally worth it.
It’s a perfectly practical question to ask.
Thanks for the laughs. Much needed this week.
It’s okay, I’m sure the clerk was to stunned to take note of Victor’s license plate.
It’s also great to see the reactions when you ask clerks where the people cutters are. That happened when I spent so long looking for a gingerbread man cookie cutter, that my brain instantly forgot how to ask for them in a non-insane way when I finally found a worker.
I just love Victor. All us bi-chunk chunk girls who have husbands that not only love us but embrace our crude sense of humor need to stick together…..
One contractor grade bag usually holds about a dozen adult size heads. Can’t say more, don’t ask, don’t tell.
You both are very lucky that you found each other. Not many of us manage to find and keep a complimentary partner!
He might want to double-bag, just as a precaution.
I sortve figured y’all were on the way to your dad’s place when this conversation took place and that dad was doing Spring Cleaning at the ol’ taxidermy shop.
Baffled because blood goes in the sealable buckets. Duh. One pointy bone and then where would you be?
That really is inappropriate. How would you even carry a trash bag full of blood? It would be awfully unwieldy.
One of my favorite times with my own husband was when we decided to buy a hatchet while we were at the hardware store. After asking a nervous acting employee to show us the hatchets, we asked where the shovels were.
My honey keeps reminding me I can’t kill him in the bathroom, it’s impossible to keep that tub clean and blood would be the worst. He is so good at keeping himself alive
You know it says that on the box right? Unless he was just buying like a fist full of loose bags for some reason. Which would be even more hilarious.
My mother and I are famous for doing this sort of thing while buying cars. “So, is this a 3 body trunk? I can’t go fewer than three. Four would be ideal, or even something similar to nuclear-family sized.”
Your next book should be a relationship book filled with conversations and observations from you and Victor. I would buy it in a heartbeat.
How would you ever know if a sloth was stuffed?
Or just being a very, s-l-o-w sloth?
So you’d always be watching it, out of the corner of your eye.
Just to make sure it was stuffed.
Not playing possum. Er, sloth.
To kill you, when you had been lulled into a sense false security.
All of which would be a big help with the insomnia.
I told you before; you two are a match made in Hell.
Good for you, Jenny! You and Victor rock!
i have an undue fondness for that exact moment of radiating embarrassment/confusion/vague alarm that accompanies someone saying something such as that. Mine was when my neighbor and I were discussing a local vet’s penchant for unnecessary surgery. I said, “Hmm, guess I won’t get Daisy that boob job then.” And thus ensued the radiation of embarrassment, etc…
xoxox
jill
This is awesome! If the clerk just started debating with him over the best options for blood disposal…that would have been awesome as well.
Too bad he didn’t grab a siphoning hose and a funnel while he was there.
That reminds me of the other day when the clerk asked my husband if he had any questions. He turned to her very seriously and asked her “what is the meaning of life?” It took a second for her to realize he was joking. It is priceless to see someone so caught off guard. Keep having fun and sharing it with us!
These comments are begging for a big “LIKE” button!!
I love that! My husband would probably run away if I said anything like that. Though he has been known to loudly proclaim that he has no idea who I am. In public. While I’m talking to him.
Jenny, I know this has nothing whatsoever to do with today’s blog, but I have to tell you – I laughed for two days over turkeys carrying around important turkey documents.
Make sure the bags are the stretchy kind. You know, so the bones won’t poke holes and make a mess.
Have I mentioned that I love the customize feature on your shirts. I’m wearing one to a horror con on the 25th of May. Needless to say, I had to darken it up some.
I can just see the attendant’s face!
I’m pretty sure I just woke my husband up laughing at that sloth video. FANTASTIC!
It’s great to have that one person whose sense of humor is as twisted as you own
Bahahaha. When I was driving home the other day, I saw a trash bag in the middle of the road. For a moment I wondered if I should turn around and make sure no one is in it…
How can two people be so fucking awesome??? Seriously….made my day 🙂
It must be a theme this week @LorcaDamon ‘s 12 year old daughter was enquiring from her mother on the best way to dispose of a body to ensure no evidence was ever found – I am beginning to wonder about you guys over the pond …..
So, how much blood can they hold?
I love that he has seduced you with both a healthy dose of both respect and fear — well done, Victor, well done. He’s the Lady Olenna Tyrell of your house, because, really, everything is about the Game of Thrones.
Been funnier if he had also bought a couple of rolls of duct-tape and some rope……
You know you have a good marriage when you have the same sense of humor. Ah, you are a lucky woman!
Victor is either the perfect man for you, or he has become infected with your particular strain of craziness. What would be even funnier is if the clerk had an answer for that question, three gallons per bag, more than that and you risk tearing and that’s just a mess. Do you need paper towels with that?
I have to second the suggestion that you should write a relationship advice book. I would keep it next to my bed for easy reference.
Lol, that “so very true” link is SO VERY TRUE.
I nominate MsDarkstar (#39) for the win! I too wondered if he was buying trash bags for your father’s taxidermy. That may be because I just finished your book — a friend in Louisville got me a signed copy because your people didn’t send you through Connecticut. And I’m a sucker for autographed books.
I need to tell you, your wedding photo is absolutely beautiful. You’re a lovely lady inside and out today — and that photo is classically beautiful to boot. 😉
I love your blog. I loved your book. I love you and Victor. I love the comments section. And now I’ll never again look at a trash bag without grinning. Thanks for the laughs.
You know it’s a good wrap-up when every link is blocked from my work computer.
What would be really sad is if the gas station clerk didn’t blink twice and had a quick answer. That’s when you know you’re on the wrong side of town.
That dance video is so much fun, and damn can those guys dance!
And I thought it was going to be something crazy like involving a menstrual cycle. Phew!
Lovin’ me some Sloth! I used to have one when I was a kid. Okay it wasn’t so much a Sloth as it was my older sister but it was almost identical to having one of my own…she was hairy and slow with sharp nails 😉
I bet the clerk was looking at you wondering if you were going to be the donor of all that blood…LOL.
Comment #45…Oh thank God. I thought we were the only ones to think that. Last month right after I bought my daughter her “new” car last month, she was showing her grandpa and they discussed that. They settled that it would fit 3 teens or 2 grown men. Good to know.
It’s amazing how we find the special person who can tolerate us even as they stand horrified at what we do.
One night as I put tofu on the nachos, I jokingly asked my horrified husband “Aren’t you glad you married me?” He said, “Yes, but not for that.
If you ever find a carbon copy of Victor, perhaps a twin brother hiding in the attic, or a long lost cousin twice removed, can you please send him my way? At the moment I’m on a dating site where a man has just messaged me saying if he was a shark he would like to bite me. Please, send a Victor.
Thought you might like this…
http://theoatmeal.com/comics/mantis_shrimp
Sort of like mini undersea unicorns?
I understand your attraction for Victor. You two are a great pair!