Revenge Of Son Of Bride Of Lolwut

A conversation from around the house:

M – “Can I start calling you ‘bride of lolwut’?”

A – “What?”

M – “Can I start calling you ‘bride of lolwut’?”

A – “What does that mean?”

M – “Bride, and then lolwut. Bride of lolwut.”

A – “What is lolwut?”

M – “You know, lol. And then wut.”

A – “I have a knife.”

M – “So, no lolwut?”

A – “It’s not a sharp knife, either. It’s a bread knife.”

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9 Comments

  1. geofford
    Posted April 11, 2008 at 10:03 am | Permalink

    You like to live dangerously, don’t you?

  2. mhoye
    Posted April 11, 2008 at 10:09 am | Permalink

    I am here to entertain you.

  3. Jamie
    Posted April 11, 2008 at 10:54 am | Permalink

    So, did she stab you?

    You deserved it, you know.

  4. Mike Hoye
    Posted April 11, 2008 at 10:56 am | Permalink

    It was more of a sawing motion, I would say.

  5. Adam
    Posted April 11, 2008 at 1:31 pm | Permalink

    I’m happy that I’m not the only one that is completely confused by “lolwut”. And I even had the advantage of using the internets for research. Still totally stumped.

  6. Mike Hoye
    Posted April 11, 2008 at 4:09 pm | Permalink

    Hahaha… wait, what?

  7. Adam
    Posted April 11, 2008 at 4:34 pm | Permalink

    Um, I think I understand it now. Just forget I said anything.

  8. Adam
    Posted April 11, 2008 at 4:38 pm | Permalink

    Maybe it’s more accurate to say that I don’t understand lolwut.

  9. Quotation
    Posted April 13, 2008 at 3:01 pm | Permalink

    I think you should make it up to her with a little romance.

    http://www.lolcatbible.com/index.php?title=Song_of_Solomon_1