Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Love Fades

LOVE

Boned Jello

Last night I was sitting on the sofa watching TV when I heard my wife's lovely voice from the kitchen.

 "What would you like for dinner my Love. . . Chicken, beef or lamb?"
 
 I said, "Thank you sweetheart, I'll have chicken."   
      
 She replied "You're having soup, asshole.  I was talking to the cat."

sigh
Merrily
6/29/2010 11:25:00 PM 3 Comments

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DougM said...

She blowed up real good.

6/29/10, 11:55 PM
ghoti said...

Snuggle up next to her and purr. Works every time. Soon you'll be eating veal again. And find that G-spot. Give good back rubs. Foot massages, too.

All it takes is an hour a week, and you can turn that frigid mistake into the ultimate wife.

6/30/10, 1:52 AM
Anonymous said...

All things are possible for the man who doesn't have to do them.

Casca

6/30/10, 12:26 PM

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