TV Announcer: blah blah blah … unleash your inner diva!
Husband: I’m glad you don’t have an inner diva.
Wife: *crunch crunch* No, I have an inner potato chip. *crunch crunch*
TV Announcer: blah blah blah … unleash your inner diva!
Husband: I’m glad you don’t have an inner diva.
Wife: *crunch crunch* No, I have an inner potato chip. *crunch crunch*
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I think that Dirk is beginning to wish that I had an inner Diva.
Were the 9 o’clock potato chips your dinner?
No inner chocolate chip cookie?
LOL! very cute!
My inner diva smacks people who tell it to unleash itself. Or those who claim she doesn’t exist at all.
Thanks for making me laugh this early in the morning!
Are inner potato chips still crunchy?
i have an inner Kit Kat bar….
…nice
I have an inner leftover bag of Halloween candy – the good stuff, none of that crappy bit ‘o honey or peanut butter taffy.
I think I have an inner bowl of Kraft Dinner.
The scene that usually happens in our house is I walk to the freezer, fetch the ice cream, and am halfway across the lounge with it when a little voice pops up “do you really need that?” – followed by me trudging back to the freezer with it.
I have an inner donut.
And cheers to Mr. C for celebrating your lack-of-diva.
That’s a good man you’ve got there.