Thursday, 1 May 2008 | 6:42 pm

Dumbass strikes back!

Went to my chemistry tutor's house the other day, walked up the driveway and started ringing the doorbell. Nobody answered. I thought, "hey that's strange, he was expecting me". So I gave him a call and told him I was outside.

I bet you can guessed what happened.

Turns out I was ringing on the wrong doorbell, my tutor's house was the one NEXT DOOR. Pfft, I'm dumb, put me down.

In completely unrelated news, we were talking about babies and plastic surgery the other day. I thought that when you get a C-section, the surgeons did a little lipo on the way out. Kymbat was like, "while I'm out, can they give me a facelift?". Rowena said, "let's just trade the baby for a boob job". Or something along those lines. Funny stuff :) Then we started talking about belly buttons (speaking of which, did you know that Patricia Heaton has NO BELLYBUTTON?) and how you got an innie or outtie. We were debating whether or not the father got to cut the cord.

Here's my el lamo joke of the day (or of the day before yesterday, I'm a bit slow to blog current news)

What if the father misses? The doctor would be like, "oops! Now you have a daughter"

Hahahano.

It was funny at the time I suppose.

Love,
Mel the dumbass and other embarassing things