The TV remote just cut my forehead.
My wonderful other half was sitting sorta opposite me on the beanbag. She was wearing one of her extremely short skirts and shuffling about quite a bit. She would cross and then uncross her legs every now and then trying to get comfortable.
At one specific moment she uncrossed her legs quite wide and I caught a glimpse, er, between her legs.
After a double take I asked, “You not wearing any pants?”
She smiled and said ” Umm … No”
Without thinking I replied, “Phew, thank goodness – I thought you were sitting on the cat.”
It was at this point that the TV remote cut my forehead.
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