Sometimes, when I'm feeling particularly bloated, and am absentmindedly rubbing my belly, my husband will reach over, rub my belly as well, and say, lovingly, "Baby."
No. I am not pregnant. Jeez!
So that's one rude thing my husband does, but it's not the one I'm referring to. No, I actually found a T-shirt with the other rude thing my husband says to me (all the time):
And in exactly that way, too, long and drawn-out with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Maybe, like this shirt suggests, my boobs are just haunted.
[Flippin' Sweet Gear]
[Via Fashionably Geek]
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