BBS wrote:
In the end, I'm going to have to drive her drunk ass home while she raves about how good of a husband I am for not bitching about this crap and making her happy. Sounds rough, but it beats the sh*t out of spending the time alone. Now THAT's depressing. Every time I look at Kev I feel better about the impoverished (girls spend all your moneys) social existance I endure.
Hopefully for your sake your wife is like mine when she gets drunk and proud of what you did.
;)
Edit:
Holly sh*t, I claim this page in the name of happy drunken wife secks!
A tad late i know.
Edited, Oct 27th 2006 at 1:06pm PDT by jegzus


