- Joined
- Jun 5, 2006
- Location
- Edmonton Canada
The newlyweds were only married for two weeks, when the husband says to the wife, "Honey, I'm going to Hank's Tavern to have a beer, I'll be right back."
"Where are you going Coochy Coo?" asked the wife.
"I'm going to the bar, Pretty Face," he answered "I'm going to have a beer."
The wife says, "You want a beer my love?" and opens the door to the refrigerator and shows him 25 different kinds of beer - domestic beer and imported brands from 12 different countries.
The husband thinks for a second then says, "Yes, Lollipop....but at the bar...you know...they have those frosted glasses..."
The wife interrupts, "You want a frosted glass, Puppy Face?" and opens the freezer door to show a whole line of mugs thickly covered with ice.
The husband, looking a bit pale says, "Yes Tootsie Roll, but at the bar they have these appetizers and I could use a little snack.....I won't be long, I'll be right back, I promise..."
The wife interrupts again, "You want appetizers, Poochie Pooh?" and opens the oven and removes 4 different kinds of appetizers, steaming hot.
Desperate now, the husband blurts out, "But my sweet honey....at the bar....you know...there's swearing, dirty words and all that...."
The wife smiles sweetly and says, "You want dirty words Cutie Pie? Listen up chickensh*t. Sit your sorry ass down and shut the hell up. Drink your fu*kin' beer in your stupid frosted mug, and eat your motherfu*king appetizers right here. Because you're married now and your sorry ass is NOT going to any damned bar - That sh*t is over! Got it, dickhead?"
And they lived happily ever after.
"Where are you going Coochy Coo?" asked the wife.
"I'm going to the bar, Pretty Face," he answered "I'm going to have a beer."
The wife says, "You want a beer my love?" and opens the door to the refrigerator and shows him 25 different kinds of beer - domestic beer and imported brands from 12 different countries.
The husband thinks for a second then says, "Yes, Lollipop....but at the bar...you know...they have those frosted glasses..."
The wife interrupts, "You want a frosted glass, Puppy Face?" and opens the freezer door to show a whole line of mugs thickly covered with ice.
The husband, looking a bit pale says, "Yes Tootsie Roll, but at the bar they have these appetizers and I could use a little snack.....I won't be long, I'll be right back, I promise..."
The wife interrupts again, "You want appetizers, Poochie Pooh?" and opens the oven and removes 4 different kinds of appetizers, steaming hot.
Desperate now, the husband blurts out, "But my sweet honey....at the bar....you know...there's swearing, dirty words and all that...."
The wife smiles sweetly and says, "You want dirty words Cutie Pie? Listen up chickensh*t. Sit your sorry ass down and shut the hell up. Drink your fu*kin' beer in your stupid frosted mug, and eat your motherfu*king appetizers right here. Because you're married now and your sorry ass is NOT going to any damned bar - That sh*t is over! Got it, dickhead?"
And they lived happily ever after.
Understandable I guess.
