tattooedhusker
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Angry beaver, is the best beaver. I'll throw some old ones your guys way later today
So a quick old fight we had last Thursday (season kick off, lots of beer mind you), she had decided to move up in "gauge" sizes (which is streching the ears) from 2g to 0g. We got the tapers in place, and it is normal for them to sting for a little bit, but she started complaining about it. Well, I had quite a few beers in me and I started giving her sh#t. Somehow that managed to turn into her not being my "dream girl" (her words, not mine), my response? "Of course you're not my dream girl, dreams are make believe, this is real life! You want dreams, go take a nap." We ended up not talking for a little bit, which in the end was a masterful move, because I was allowed to enjoy my hot wings peacefully, by myself, not having to share. We made up of course, and she regretted the wings, because the night ended with her falling victim to one of the most impressive dutch ovens my G.I. track has ever been able to produce.
Not much reaction, just vomit...not sure if it was the act or the beer that did it, maybe a combo of the two. I did wake up with d!(k written on my forehead in sharpie, so that was a fun time getting removed before work in the morning.So, uh, you going to tell us what happened after that? Feels like the best parts are yet to come after pulling a stunt like that. I at least give my wife a warning so she has a chance to leave the room.
So a quick old fight we had last Thursday (season kick off, lots of beer mind you), she had decided to move up in "gauge" sizes (which is streching the ears) from 2g to 0g. We got the tapers in place, and it is normal for them to sting for a little bit, but she started complaining about it. Well, I had quite a few beers in me and I started giving her sh#t. Somehow that managed to turn into her not being my "dream girl" (her words, not mine), my response? "Of course you're not my dream girl, dreams are make believe, this is real life! You want dreams, go take a nap." We ended up not talking for a little bit, which in the end was a masterful move, because I was allowed to enjoy my hot wings peacefully, by myself, not having to share. We made up of course, and she regretted the wings, because the night ended with her falling victim to one of the most impressive dutch ovens my G.I. track has ever been able to produce.
Ha ha! That's some funny sh#t right there. If that's not worth a +1 then I don't know what is. :lol:Not much reaction, just vomit...not sure if it was the act or the beer that did it, maybe a combo of the two. I did wake up with d!(k written on my forehead in sharpie, so that was a fun time getting removed before work in the morning.
I think if she's either of those pics, the context of this thread, I'm gonna say even money he gets "John Wayne Bobbit'ed"that second pic is great. I bet she would be thrilled to see this on the interwebs.