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Quote by Primal
Lmao, harsh. I would have just told her I drank too much, who cares, it happens to everyone, sometimes often lol.
A couple years later, I watched the Texas Chainsaw Massacre on video, don't know why, just wanted to see it. She had put the kids to bed and walked by the t.v. as I was watching it. After just a minute, she was too afraid to go to bed by herself, so she sat there with me watching the movie. When it ended she ran into the bedroom and went to the bathroom. I ran downstairs and grabbed my chainsaw, and laid it on my side of the bed. She ran into the bedroom, and hurried into the covers, still scared to death. About a half hour later, I could tell by her breathing that she was asleep. I made sure the saw was turned off, and then pulled the starter cord. If you've ever watched the movie and then been woken by that sound, you will know how pissed she was. She hid that saw for quite awhile after that.
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My wife and I went to a Christmas party that the company I worked for was having. After the dinner the open bar consisted of three drinks each. My buddies and I kept drinking, me having to be drove home by my wife. When we got home, I was horny and wanted to make love. I was feeling kind of sick from too much to drink but thought that would pass. I went down on her and that sick feeling just kept getting worse. I knew she would be mad if she knew I had drunk enough to make me sick, so I just kept fighting through that feeling. It didn't work and I knew I was going to be sick, I remembered the trash can by my side of the bed and lunged for it just in time. She jumped up, I just knew she must be pissed, and ran into the bathroom. I cleaned myself up in the kitchen and went back to bed, she was still in the bathroom. I just knew the storm was brewing, and like any good husband should do, just lay back down and waited for her to come back and start in on me. She came out, and lay beside me for awhile, the longer she didn't speak the worse I knew it would be. Just when I really thought I should say something, I heard her softly call my name. I said yes honey, and she softly asked if her smell was really that bad. Here was the moment of truth, tell her the truth and have her mad at me, or tell a little white lie and although dishonest help me selfishly get through the night without her being mad. I softly told her, yes honey, but don't worry I'll be alright.