Oh lawdy, LeRoy had the northwest market, did he?

I don't think my husband could hiny burp unless I was there to smell it. Once - yes, I'm sorry to say I fell for it once - he said to me,
quick, get under the covers, I'm about to spit straight up! Well, he didn't. He had a 'present' waiting for me under the sheets and being under the sheets, the present wasn't a 'gun in his pocket.'

Thanks for conjuring a memory, Kahuna!
