Great belly laughs begin with autocorrect (There's the oxymoron).
While chatting with my friend about our upcoming visit she is instructing me about what to do when I am close to arriving:
"Let me know when you are close then we can unload your stud."
Me (replying through fingertip laughter): "I am not bringing a stud. No guys!
She (thinking I am a looney probably) responds: "What?"
Me (continuing to laugh and reading it aloud to my husband): " Read your text!"
She (adamantly) writes: "I typed in car!"
Both of us: laughing laughing laughing
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