Family Feuds
Pooster tells us that a relative was once sent to the shops to buy an onion, while the rest of the family went on a daytrip while he was gone. Meanwhile, whole sections of our extended kin still haven't got over a wedding brawl fifteen years ago – tell us about families at war.
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 12:24)
Pooster tells us that a relative was once sent to the shops to buy an onion, while the rest of the family went on a daytrip while he was gone. Meanwhile, whole sections of our extended kin still haven't got over a wedding brawl fifteen years ago – tell us about families at war.
( , Thu 12 Nov 2009, 12:24)
« Go Back
Stirring up a feud by a 2 yr old
Cue me, the missus and the 2 year old daughter in our car getting petrol while on the way to drop me off at work yesterday morning. For reasons unbeknown to myself the missus is off on a right ratty moodflip, the way that only you completely irrational women are capable of performing for no good reason. I put in the petrol, she storms off to pay for it after I gave her some money.
I sit back down in the car and quietly mutter to myself. The wife however storms back and starts practically shouting at me the question "Where's my top-up card???" I find it in the glovebox and she marches off back into the station.
"Stupid plonker" mutters I to no-one in particular.
Wife walks back, swings the door open and jumps in the car while looking angry. The Bleedy Beast of the South is here, and she's seething. Just before I start the car however, there's a moment of silence and calm. Which is instantly destroyed by my daughter.
"Daddy called you a plonker mummy..."
How I didn't have my testicles removed is beyond me :)
( , Sat 14 Nov 2009, 18:47, Reply)
Cue me, the missus and the 2 year old daughter in our car getting petrol while on the way to drop me off at work yesterday morning. For reasons unbeknown to myself the missus is off on a right ratty moodflip, the way that only you completely irrational women are capable of performing for no good reason. I put in the petrol, she storms off to pay for it after I gave her some money.
I sit back down in the car and quietly mutter to myself. The wife however storms back and starts practically shouting at me the question "Where's my top-up card???" I find it in the glovebox and she marches off back into the station.
"Stupid plonker" mutters I to no-one in particular.
Wife walks back, swings the door open and jumps in the car while looking angry. The Bleedy Beast of the South is here, and she's seething. Just before I start the car however, there's a moment of silence and calm. Which is instantly destroyed by my daughter.
"Daddy called you a plonker mummy..."
How I didn't have my testicles removed is beyond me :)
( , Sat 14 Nov 2009, 18:47, Reply)
« Go Back