My wife sat down on the couch next to me as I was flipping channels.
She asked, 'What's on TV?'
I said, 'Dust.'
And then the fight started...:yh_rotfl
My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary.
She said, 'I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3
seconds.'
I bought her a scale.
And then the fight started...:yh_rotfl
And Then The Fight Started
And Then The Fight Started
It's nice to be important,but more important to be nice.
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I would've replied:
yeh Honey, it certainly wasn't your apendage that goes from 0 - 150 - and -
the 3 seconds I'm used too......:yh_rotfl
Patsy
yeh Honey, it certainly wasn't your apendage that goes from 0 - 150 - and -
the 3 seconds I'm used too......:yh_rotfl
Patsy
And Then The Fight Started
Patsy Warnick;1117324 wrote: I would've replied:
yeh Honey, it certainly wasn't your apendage that goes from 0 - 150 - and -
the 3 seconds I'm used too......:yh_rotfl
Patsy
Good one:yh_rotfl:yh_rotfl
yeh Honey, it certainly wasn't your apendage that goes from 0 - 150 - and -
the 3 seconds I'm used too......:yh_rotfl
Patsy
Good one:yh_rotfl:yh_rotfl
It's nice to be important,but more important to be nice.
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And Then The Fight Started
I was with my wife when she was shopping for a new dress.
She said, "I reckon that I would look good in something long and flowing."
I replied, "How about a river." And then the fight started...:wah:
She said, "I reckon that I would look good in something long and flowing."
I replied, "How about a river." And then the fight started...:wah:
And Then The Fight Started
Hugh Janus;1117418 wrote: I was with my wife when she was shopping for a new dress.
She said, "I reckon that I would look good in something long and flowing."
I replied, "How about a river." And then the fight started...:wah:
:yh_rotfl:yh_rotfl:yh_rotfl:yh_rotfl
She said, "I reckon that I would look good in something long and flowing."
I replied, "How about a river." And then the fight started...:wah:
:yh_rotfl:yh_rotfl:yh_rotfl:yh_rotfl
Life is just to short for drama.
And Then The Fight Started
Me and hubs were lying in bed one night.
I was curled up, ready to go to sleep, and then my hubby turns his bed lamp on to read a book.
As he's reading, he periodically reaches over to me and fondles my special bits.
He does this a few times, but only for a very short interval before returning to read his book.
Im gradually becoming more and more aroused and, assuming that my husband is seeking some encouragement before going further, I get up and start stripping in front of him.
My hubby is confused and asks, Why are you taking off your clothes?
I said , You were rubbing me downtown. I thought it was foreplay.
My husband says, No, not at all.
I asked angrily, Well, what the hell were you doing then?
I was just wetting my fingers so I could turn the pages in my book.
and then the fighting began...........
I was curled up, ready to go to sleep, and then my hubby turns his bed lamp on to read a book.
As he's reading, he periodically reaches over to me and fondles my special bits.
He does this a few times, but only for a very short interval before returning to read his book.
Im gradually becoming more and more aroused and, assuming that my husband is seeking some encouragement before going further, I get up and start stripping in front of him.
My hubby is confused and asks, Why are you taking off your clothes?
I said , You were rubbing me downtown. I thought it was foreplay.
My husband says, No, not at all.
I asked angrily, Well, what the hell were you doing then?
I was just wetting my fingers so I could turn the pages in my book.
and then the fighting began...........
And Then The Fight Started
Chezzie;1117430 wrote: Me and hubs were lying in bed one night.
I was curled up, ready to go to sleep, and then my hubby turns his bed lamp on to read a book.
As he's reading, he periodically reaches over to me and fondles my special bits.
He does this a few times, but only for a very short interval before returning to read his book.
Im gradually becoming more and more aroused and, assuming that my husband is seeking some encouragement before going further, I get up and start stripping in front of him.
My hubby is confused and asks, Why are you taking off your clothes?
I said , You were rubbing me downtown. I thought it was foreplay.
My husband says, No, not at all.
I asked angrily, Well, what the hell were you doing then?
I was just wetting my fingers so I could turn the pages in my book.
and then the fighting began...........
:eek::yh_rotfl:yh_rotfl:yh_rotfl:yh_rotfl
rough nite was it?:wah::wah::wah:
I was curled up, ready to go to sleep, and then my hubby turns his bed lamp on to read a book.
As he's reading, he periodically reaches over to me and fondles my special bits.
He does this a few times, but only for a very short interval before returning to read his book.
Im gradually becoming more and more aroused and, assuming that my husband is seeking some encouragement before going further, I get up and start stripping in front of him.
My hubby is confused and asks, Why are you taking off your clothes?
I said , You were rubbing me downtown. I thought it was foreplay.
My husband says, No, not at all.
I asked angrily, Well, what the hell were you doing then?
I was just wetting my fingers so I could turn the pages in my book.
and then the fighting began...........
:eek::yh_rotfl:yh_rotfl:yh_rotfl:yh_rotfl
rough nite was it?:wah::wah::wah:
Life is just to short for drama.
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And Then The Fight Started
Chezzie;1117430 wrote: Me and hubs were lying in bed one night.
I was curled up, ready to go to sleep, and then my hubby turns his bed lamp on to read a book.
As he's reading, he periodically reaches over to me and fondles my special bits.
He does this a few times, but only for a very short interval before returning to read his book.
Im gradually becoming more and more aroused and, assuming that my husband is seeking some encouragement before going further, I get up and start stripping in front of him.
My hubby is confused and asks, Why are you taking off your clothes?
I said , You were rubbing me downtown. I thought it was foreplay.
My husband says, No, not at all.
I asked angrily, Well, what the hell were you doing then?
I was just wetting my fingers so I could turn the pages in my book.
and then the fighting began...........
:yh_rotfl:yh_rotfl
i hope you gave him what he had comming , the nerve,,
:yh_rotfl:yh_rotfl:yh_rotfl
I was curled up, ready to go to sleep, and then my hubby turns his bed lamp on to read a book.
As he's reading, he periodically reaches over to me and fondles my special bits.
He does this a few times, but only for a very short interval before returning to read his book.
Im gradually becoming more and more aroused and, assuming that my husband is seeking some encouragement before going further, I get up and start stripping in front of him.
My hubby is confused and asks, Why are you taking off your clothes?
I said , You were rubbing me downtown. I thought it was foreplay.
My husband says, No, not at all.
I asked angrily, Well, what the hell were you doing then?
I was just wetting my fingers so I could turn the pages in my book.
and then the fighting began...........
:yh_rotfl:yh_rotfl
i hope you gave him what he had comming , the nerve,,
:yh_rotfl:yh_rotfl:yh_rotfl
There are no savage and civilised peoples; there are only different cultures.
And Then The Fight Started
After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social
Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's licence
to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realised I had left my
wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have
to go home and come back later.
The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'. So I opened my shirt revealing my
curly silver hair. She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof
enough for me' and she processed my Social Security application.
When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the
Social Security office.
She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten
disability, too.'
And then the fight started...
Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's licence
to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realised I had left my
wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have
to go home and come back later.
The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'. So I opened my shirt revealing my
curly silver hair. She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof
enough for me' and she processed my Social Security application.
When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the
Social Security office.
She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten
disability, too.'
And then the fight started...
It's nice to be important,but more important to be nice.