If you're a married guy, don't forget to make it home every night. A couple weekends ago, I went over to a buddy's place for some poker with the guys. I may have had a few too many wobbly pops and thought that his couch looked pretty comfortable. The next thing I know, I hear some pounding on the window. I look up, and there is my wife pearing in with eyes that could kill. Yes she tracked me down. It was 8:30 in the morning.
I've been in the doghouse for a while now.
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