Once, years ago, Joy, David and I were hanging out. David decided to complain, because he’s a giant complainer (6’3″, at least), about his arm. He CLAIMED that he said “My arm hurts.”

But since he was being a big whiney-man, and because we have a country accent when we’re being silly, we all heard, “M’arm’urts” marmurts. Love it. Works with eyes and ears and anything if you just want to be silly.




Anyway my arm doesn’t hurt, but oiy my pride does. Cause I saw my arms in some less-than-flattering (is that how we “honest” now?) pictures.


But instead of dwelling on that, I thought I’d share. Take the marmurts gospel out to the world, pplfriends.



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