The Marriage Interpreter (No. 36)



THE HUSBAND is walking past Bluebird’s office.
The Husband: I only eat foods that rhyme with the word “Gymboree.”
Bluebird: Oh… wow.



The Husband is slapping his own hips.
Bluebird: What the—?
The Husband: Hip bongos!
Bluebird: I give up.



THE HUSBAND is cutting onions in the kitchen again.
The Husband: Is passionado* a word?
Bluebird: No.
The Husband: Passioneer?
Bluebird: No.
The Husband: BANJO!
(Bluebird stares at him hard. The Husband shrugs.)



THE HUSBAND just walked into Bluebird’s office.
The Husband: I have to read a story by Jorge Luis Borges for one of my classes.
Bluebird: (Not paying attention.) Uh huh?
The Husband: It’s a long story. It’s a smörgåsbord of Borges. A smörgås-Borges.
Bluebird: You really are… something else.

*An astute friend of mine pointed out that apassionato is a word. That means The Husband was only a banjo away from a right answer.

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  1. He is funny <3 Really enjoyed that. hahaaha

  2. Well I’ll be a monkey’s uncle. A dance party and an interpretive reading all in one day. That was a good one. Ask hubby what JLB story he is going to read. I am in love with Jorge but don’t think much of Maria K. Jorge and di Giovanni made a good pair.
    Got to run now. Still looking for those white spats, and a cane, yes, I think I had a cane also (for percussion effect on the floor you know).

  3. Hip bongos are a thing somewhere. In some quantum reality.

  4. -giggles- smörgås-Borges!!!!

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    Hilarious man! I would play the hip bongos if it would get rid of the extra lard there.

  6. I have hip bass drums. My hips can dance all by themselves. (Thanksgiving. Ooof.)

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