Oldfart 0 Posted December 20, 2012 The wife's back on the warpath again - she was up for making a home movie last night and all I did, was suggest we should hold auditions for her part. I've accidentally swallowed some Scrabble tiles. My next shit could spell disaster. My sister-in-law sat on my glasses and broke them. It was my own fault. I should have taken them off. I spent a couple of hours defrosting the fridge last night. Or "foreplay" as she likes to call it. After both suffering from depression for a while, me and the wife were going to commit suicide yesterday. But strangely enough once she killed herself I started to feel a lot better. So I thought. Sod it. I'll soldier on. I woke up this morning at 8 and could smell something was wrong. I got downstairs and found the wife face down on the kitchen floor, not breathing! I panicked. I didn't know what to do. Then I remembered MacDonalds serve breakfast until 11.30. Bought the missus a hamster skin coat last week. Took her to the fair last night, took me 5 hours to get her off the big wheel. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
