Sh!T Men Say

It is time for the monthly Sh!t Men Say link up!

Usually the stuff that comes out of Chris’s mouth is pure gold. I think now that he knows I blog about it once a month…he is keeping all the gems hidden or says stuff so creepy and wrong that he knows I wont post it on here….either way….I was still able to salvage these few gold nuggets!

–Let’s start with this past weekend, shall we? We are at World of Beer. The owner was in and came by our table to ask us how we were doing. Our friend starts talking to him about this new beer that came out from a brewery in Huntsville and told him that he would go to his car and get the bottle so he could see. Meanwhile, Chris and I were telling him that we are loyalty club members, because duh! Why wouldn’t we be?! He asked us if we had gotten our shirts yet and we said no, so he brought us two loyalty club shirts Sweet! Chris orders another high gravity beer and says to the owner, “We don’t stay out late, so we have to hit it hard out the gate!”

PS- Chris fell asleep on the couch at 7:00 pm that evening.

Sipping champagne at Michael Kors.

–We are laying on the couch watching TV. All of a sudden it smells horrific. My nose burns. I scream, “Holy crap did you just shit yourself?! Are you trying to kill me????” Chris smiles this creepy stalker smile and says very seriously, “Everyone loves the smell of their own brand.”

— This summer Chris and I were both in separate car accidents on the same day. The luck, right?! Our cars go in the shop the same day and we both get rental cars. I let Chris take the nicer car, a Camry and I take a Mazada the size of a clown car. (Back story, I drove a Camry for like 10 years before my Rogue.) Chris comes home after having the Camry for a day. He says he is going to take it back to Enterprise and get something more comfortable and better than the peasant car. (Thanks a lot!) Then he says, “That cloth interior makes my skin itch!” WTF!

He better NEVER call me high maintenance! He ended up getting a brand new fully loaded Ford Explorer for NO ADDITIONAL       CHARGE. Like seriously, WTF?!

Just remember, a dance off is ALWAYS a good idea.

And that my friends is the latest installment of shit Chris says. Tell me, what funny shit comes out of the mouths of the men in your life? Go to my home girl’s page and link the sh!t!

Voyage of the Mee Mee


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  • Reply Angi March 11, 2014 at 12:49 pm

    The things our men say, seriously the only reason I keep Josh around anymore is to hear him say silly things. It looks like he has mad moves though!

  • Reply Rachel March 11, 2014 at 12:56 pm

    I was laughing at all of these!! So funny! I especially love how he just embraces the fact that he goes to bed at 7 pm and drinks hard right out of the gate 🙂 That pic of him in Michael Kors is so “uncomfortable man shopping with his gf/finace/wife” I love it!

  • Reply kathy @ vodka and soda March 11, 2014 at 1:05 pm

    hahahah it’s true. everyone DOES love the smell of their own brand!!

    -kathy | Vodka and Soda

  • Reply Joey March 11, 2014 at 1:31 pm

    We often have the nose burning situation in this house too–although I will say that it’s usually the dog. The problem with that though is her brand is SO distinguishable (because it happens so often) that neither J or I can actually blame the dog when it’s one of us!!! I also love that he fell asleep at 7 after the world of beer. That would definitely happen here!

  • Reply Amanda March 11, 2014 at 1:33 pm

    “Everyone loves the smell of their own brand.” Bahahahahah! Truer words have never been spoken!!!!!!

  • Reply Jules March 11, 2014 at 1:40 pm

    OMG this is incredible. and which MK store has champagne?! I need to move there!

  • Reply Brooks @ The Handey Way March 11, 2014 at 1:57 pm

    I die over the brand smell. That is freaking hilarious.

  • Reply Kelli March 11, 2014 at 2:33 pm

    I totally forgot to write stuff down this month, complete fail on my part.

    Tyson did go into the bathroom about an hour after he came out yesterday and was like OMG what did you do in there. I happily told him he was the last person in there. 🙂

  • Reply Jordan March 11, 2014 at 2:35 pm

    HAHAHAHA I love reading these. “Everyone loves the smell of their own brand.” LOL

  • Reply Kate March 11, 2014 at 2:52 pm

    I love WOB and it often had me asleep by 7pm as well 🙂

  • Reply Kym March 11, 2014 at 3:43 pm

    Thank you for the much needed laugh this morning!! This was too funny 🙂 Oiiiii haha if I liked up my hubby it might turn into a 5,000 word essay 😉

  • Reply chelsea March 11, 2014 at 4:15 pm

    Hahaha theses are wonderful.

  • Reply Amanda Elizabeth March 11, 2014 at 4:21 pm

    These posts seriously crack me up…..they are all such lovely creatures aren’t they? 😉

  • Reply brooke lyn March 11, 2014 at 5:36 pm

    the smell of his own brand. i am dying.

  • Reply Amanda @ Marry Mint March 11, 2014 at 5:47 pm

    I’m noticing that fart comments are a common theme…
    My husband legit enjoys how his smell. He’s not right.

  • Reply Rachelle March 11, 2014 at 6:10 pm

    Did he know you were writing this? LOL Gotta love husbands! My absolute favorite line is “Everyone loves the smell of their own brand.” That is such a guy thing to say!!!!

  • Reply Kristen March 11, 2014 at 6:13 pm

    Hahaha…I love this! What the hell is with grown ass men and farting?!? My 11 year old isn’t near as bad as my husband!!!

  • Reply SMD @ Life According to Steph March 11, 2014 at 6:39 pm

    I think people are comforted by their own stench. LOL

    Smooth work on the cars, Chris.

  • Reply Daisy March 11, 2014 at 7:04 pm

    Laughing so hard right now!!!!

  • Reply meighan March 11, 2014 at 9:50 pm

    OMG BEN ALWAYS SAYS THAT!! “well everyone loves their own brand, so…” NO THE F THEY DON’T, BRO. omg, best post.

  • Reply Chelsea @ FrontPaigeNews March 12, 2014 at 3:41 pm

    OMG I love his champagne sipping at MK. Men will be men. <3

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