| I used to have a bad tempered lady that was pretty handy with a skillet as well as with her toungue, not to mention the purse strings. I was bought up to respect woman and never, ever, raise a hand to them. Took me many years to escape this specimen and even now she comes a calling when somethings pissed her off. Gonna have to get my wife to beat her up one of these days. That will sort her out. Damn crazy wench!
You have two choices in life:
You can stay single and be miserable,
Or get married and wish you were dead. |