So, Da-da was just commiserating with the wife about how horrible this week has been (see previous post), esp. the last few days, and how much he's been craving CHOCOLATE for whatever reason. Da-da never craves chocolate. Never. He only craves BLOOD OF THE VANQUISHED. Then the boss says something truly horrifying:
"You know I've been PMS-ing this week. Worst I've ever had."
To which Da-da replied:
"AIIIEIEEEEE! I'M A BIG WOMAN!!"
That's fantastic. Da-da has synchronized with his wife's period. His Mr. Mom metamorphosis is complete.
If anyone finds Da-da's penis, would you please mail it to him?