Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
So, I call into the bottle store, grab a few woodys and a bottle of wine.
I kick back, relaxe, and enjoy my drinks.
Presently enough the woodys are all gone, I'm relaxed, The bottle of wine is near empty.
The wife is on the opposite couch, stretched out, watching TV, I'm pouring the last of my wine into the glass.
DISASTER STRIKES.
The bottle slips from my fingers, strikes the glass, The glass is sent cascading, a wave of red wine sprays through the air, Its all over the table, Its sprayed the couch, its sprayed the curtains, its all over and inside the wifes handbag, it went over her clothes, its covered her face and her hair.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, She is one angry fucking woman.
I of course tell her to shut the fuck up and be glad I wasn't drinking battery acid.
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