Now you may think this is strange, but really, he just misses me, so he needs my scent to keep him from being lonely, I guess. I think it's sweet.
So then it got me thinking. If I were Hugh Jackman's wife, and he were away, I'd probably sleep on a pile of his dirty laundry too.
Actually, I'd do it even if he weren't my husband. Actually, I'd like to do it right now.
Give me your dirty socks, Hugh, I need them to get to sleep.
2 comments:
OK, that's just gross...the dirty socks part, I mean. Clean clothes, yes. Dirty, no. Ick.
Well, I'm not picky. I'll take anything previously worn by Mr. Jackman....ewwww. On second thought, maybe not.
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