Conversation my sister had with her beau the other day:
Nicole: You are so wrong. You couldn’t be any wronger. You are the mayor of Wrongville. You are Wrongy McWrongerson.
Tracy: You mean I’m the leader of the Wrongulan Empire?
The Mayor of Wrongville
My last argument with my wife was about who was right more often and who is better at admitting to being wrong.
Wife: “It’s different for me; I don’t admit I’m wrong because I’m always right.”
Me: “Except for the times you were wrong.”
Wife: “You’re wrong about that.”
I love Wrongulans.