Whenever my husband washes my hair – which he has to do now because of something that happened somewhere – the weirdo always says the SAME THING.

Oooooh. I can see all them Black Ghosties coming up.

I’ve gone right off him as well. Snarky Bastard :o(

P.S. “oh, my love, my darling, i’ve hungered for your touch.”

Yup….some FAF dickhead Guitar player even tried that song on me, many moons ago.

BARFnotTastic!