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LMAO Three, same arguement here.
He does, however, prepare himself for the fact that no matter if he's scrummin' or lovin' tonight, it's gonna be indy...........
THAT one's goin in the book.
I love my randylion
LOL
Good laughs
LMAO funny stuff mate
That was funny. I should let me wifey read this one. Your a porn writer aren't ya? XD
Last edited: Monday, September 04, 2006 at 5:38:47 PM
Sniff...Sniff...
Thank you for sharing you beautiful relationship with your wife with us.
The veiled threats, blantant insults, and pratical jokes are wonderful to see in this day of multiple divorces.
I am trying everyday to improve my relationship with Mrs. V to reach your level of acheivement.
Just the other day I left a little plastic spider on the sink and the screams were most gratifying. I have been keeping myself pretty fit so the ten miles I ran afterwards was hardly noticable. I ran the last mile just for fun because she got tired of chasing me with the butcher knife after nine miles.
Please, please, continue to share with us from your wisdom, so that we all might have such wonderful relationships as well.
Last edited: Monday, September 04, 2006 at 8:08:26 PM
My relationship w/ Mrs. Fish is somewhat similar. I prefer the "rubber band around the sink sprayer trigger" gag to the "Saran wrap toilet bowl", though. Works 95% of the time. Kiddies- Mom loves that one, too.
Mrs. Fish's TT comments are a little different: "Uh! You playin the !$$@#% stupid game again?", or: "You talkin to your dorky friends?", or: "You've been on that @%##@ computer for three hours!" I don't bother trying to defend myself, though. I just try to play while she's distracted or sleeping. I'm pathetic. TT has diverted her anger at my golf clubs, though. She hates them, also.
BTW, thanks for showing Mrs. 3 my picture. Tell her to please stop emailing me, and no, I don't believe in love at first sight.
Last edited: Monday, September 04, 2006 at 11:20:39 PM
Nice one Three! Damn you are a real TT addict, Its pretty funny that you can compare your life with the game XD
The rare post that has me telling the wife to come over and read. Mrs. 44's birth-weakened, bladder nearly leaked after doing so. Very funny.
LMAO! Good post Three. XD
@V
Keep working Danielson.....best karate still inside.
@ fish
Sorry, I will handle the situation.
@ fours
About midway through the evolution of this little incident you asked me in game "What does your wife think of you playing tt?"........priceless.
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Call it the fours' sixth sense about three.
LOL... Wish I'd read that earlier
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The scene:
Labor Day morning brings the promise of sunshine along with a 10:00 tee time for Three and a few of his thirtysomething duffer friends. Feeling particularly ornery after a day at the state fair with his daughter, Mrs. Three and 20,000 gluttony hall of famers, Three decides to pull the old "saran wrap on the toilet bowl" trick on Mrs. Three. (an offense he tried to commit two years prior, only to have her figure it out and assure him "you'll never get me with that one.") We join the scene with Three enjoying a couple games of TT before his departure.........
Mrs. Three: "Good morning, baby, is coffee up yet? Oh, I see you're on that silly game again."
Three: "Yes I am. I was tired of lookin' at your mother's pictures on adoptagolddigger.com."
Three has taken round one with a slightly over-the-top but effective response to the personal attack dealt to him. Mrs. Three heads to the kitchen, grabs coffee, and returns with obviously renewed confidence........
Mrs. Three: "I don't see how you can play that game so much. Do you know these people?"
Three: "Yes, there's quite a few funny people that I've run into."
Mrs. Three: "Have you seen any of them? I bet they're all geeks."
Three: "I have seen some of them, and they're not all geeks my dear. Wanna see?"
Three takes her to KBC's web site and is planning on showing her 44's picture, that doesn't look that geeky -- at least the pic he posted, whether it's him and not the picture that came with the frame is another story -- when he accidentally clicks on the 2006 TT Convention group picture..........and immediately loses round two.
Three's mind starts to reel as he feels this Labor Day match slipping away, and he cringes as she looks up from the paper and begins yet another menacing assault:
Mrs. Three: "So it's just you and a bunch of middle-aged geeks driving cartoon tanks and shooting each other? Sounds like a hoot honey."
Three: "No, actually there's quite a few little kids that play, also. But the real fun for me is the banter and jokes in the chat bar. There are truly some funny people on here babe."
Mrs. Three, consistent to her nature, pulls from one sentence out of a three sentence response:
Mrs Three: "Oh, so you're gonna play golf with a group of 35 year old little kids after you finish your cartoon game with a group of 9-10 year little k........."
She almost finishes the jab when Three, feeling the ten-count coming, resorts to all he has left, force. He jumps from his chair, seizes her in a greco-roman-esque belly to belly hold, takes her down, and tickles her to the point of urination (something reached much quicker thanks to the birth of Little Three). Three gives in to her pleas, and lets her up. She runs to the bathroom and BINGO! The two year wait is over.
As Three leaves for his tee time amid a torrent of sicilian laden curses, he claims himself the overall victor, and reminds Mrs. Three of his deep-seeded love for her, for he knows never to leave a woman simmering. He does, however, prepare himself for the fact that no matter if he's scrummin' or lovin' tonight, it's gonna be indy...........
Happy Labor Day (fellow) Addicts!