In The Doghouse
My wife has not spoken to me in three days...
I think it has something to do with what happened on Thursday night when she thought she heard a noise downstairs.
She nudged me and whispered, "Wake up, wake up!"
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"There are burglars in the kitchen. I think they're eating the tuna casserole I made tonight."
"That'll teach them!" I replied.
posted by Tramp at
Sunday, March 26, 2006
4 Comments:
rimshot
Sorry, I'll behave from now on (crosses fingers).
ooohhh you are in BIG trouble...hee hee
Trouble is my middle name. I'm not afraid of the wif......Oh crap, here she comes. Gotta go........
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