So, imagine you’ve been married a while and the blush has worn off. Bathroom doors remain open throughout the performance. Your daily Happy Hour becomes the Hour of Dread as you postpone returning home, day after day. You don’t even bother with hall sex because it just seems like too much effort.
Then you get to thinking to yourself, “Self, I think I’m going to go get some nookie on the side. I’m going to go down to a brothel. I’m going to pay some stranger to get jiggy with me.”
Wouldn’t it just be a bitch to find that the hooker you just hired is your wife?
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January 10, 2008 at 8:21 am
Reminds me of the story of a guy who started trolling for love on the internet… fell in love with this woman… and when they finally met in person, he found out it was his wife.
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January 10, 2008 at 9:18 am
And I thought my luck was bad…
January 10, 2008 at 11:15 am
karma. ’nuff said.
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January 10, 2008 at 12:21 pm
I love how they’re DIVORCING now. She cheats and thinks it’s okay. He plans to cheat thinking it’s okay. What’s the problem here?
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January 10, 2008 at 12:44 pm
Thank goodness there’s no indication they bred.
January 10, 2008 at 8:23 pm
Sheesh you think the *donations always accepted* jar next to the bed at home might have “tipped” him off. It does, however, better define her daily comments of having another “hard day” at work.
January 10, 2008 at 9:56 pm
Damn. I knew I was supposed to polish some bottle next to the bed. All this time I kept thinking it was the one that says “Vodka”!
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