homer
So my brother has driven up from Birmingham to stay overnight, and we’ll be driving back down to my parents’ tomorrow for Christmas. I’m in my study on the computer, my brother standing behind me, and all of a sudden I hear, “D’oh!” Not my brother’s voice.
“Oh, sorry,” says Chris. “It was my slippers.”
I look down, and he’s wearing slippers with Homer Simpson on, a speech bubble saying ‘D’oh!’ on them. Chris presses the right one with his left foot, and sure enough - “D’oh!” Well, there’s only one thing to do in a situation like that, isn’t there? I hope Chris’s foot doesn’t bruise too badly from the repetition.




