It's happened, what I
have dreaded for some time now. He's finally snapped! My beloved Long
Suffering Husband woke up this morning with the oddest look on his
face.
Having always been of a
more philosophical than practical nature, The Long Suffering Husband
often bring me little food for thought. This morning he brought me
one that lead me to believe he's gone from being possessed to down
right insane.
- How do smurfs
reproduce? He asked me.
What the fuck? Where
did that one come from? Apparently he had the Smurf Song in his head
and that had lead him to ponder the reproductive means of the blue
little fellas living in the woods...
Now, being the dutiful
wife I am – no smirking! Even I, who am half deaf, heard that! - I
immediately got on to Google to try to find out. It seems to be a
commonly debated question amongst net loonies.
They, unlike Donald
Duck and the likes, actually wear trousers so clearly they have
something to cover up down there. Providing the garment isn't just a
fashion statement, that is.
Smurfette wears a dress
and high heels – gender stereotyping if I ever saw it! What woman
in her right mind would bother when she's in the very enviable
position of being the only female in a whole bloody village full of
men? It's like deciding you're on a strictly vegan diet at the same
moment you arrive at the all-meat-you-can-eat-for-a-fiver buffet!
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