Mr. Brownstone, Mr. Brownstone, Mr. Brownstone.
He makes me laugh often and much, complete with tears and laughter so hard it becomes inaudible. You know the kind about which I'm talking... He gives me belly laughs, the kind that can make my stomach muscles ache the next day sometimes.
At the moment, he is playing XBOX Live with his friends. As I've been sitting here blog-surfing, I can hear him in the next room talking into the headset.
- "Hey, y'all! I'm over here by the tank. Hey, y'all...I'm over here by the tank! Hey, man, come on! Hop in here with me!"
- "Watch your back, TP, Skelty is behind you. HEY!!! SKELTY IS RIGHT BEHIND YOU!!!"
- "Good job, Lurch!"
After fifteen minutes of passionate talking - commanding, encouraging, strategizing, and such - he just realized that his headset microphone has been on mute! Hahahaha!
OH, my word! I think he just topped the muted headset! I just heard him say, and I kid you not..."Double kill, sex-y!" in a little sing-song voice. That definitely made me laugh even harder. I'll have sore tummy muscles tomorrow for sure now!! I hollered in there and asked him to verify that I had just heard what I thought I heard. He said "yes" and assured me that they ALL say it. Those silly boys...
I sure love that man and how he makes me laugh!
Now if I could just figure out how to mute him while he's watching football...