[CaptainCrunch]

Originally Posted by SofaProfessor

My wife, after hearing me swear throughout the game, commented as I came to bed, "You seem to be handling this very well. No yelling. No swearing."

I smiled at her, kissed her on the forehead, and said goodnight. She didn't need to know I was dead inside.

You really need to read Steve Martin's book the Cruel Shoes. this post reads like a shortened version of the short story the Sex crazed love goddess

http://www.geocities.ws/humorbynutty/cruelshoes1.html

Sex Crazed Love Goddesses

Little Billy Jackson had to go to the store for his mother to pick up some postage stamps. When he got there, he found the stamp machine out of order, and decided to walk the extra three blocks to the post office. On the way there, he passed a hardware store, a variety store, and a lamp shop. The line was short at the post office and he got his stamps quickly and returned home. His dog, "Spider," bounded out to greet him as his mom waved from the porch. Billy's mother was pleased at the job he did and congratulated him on having enough sense to go to the post office when he found the stamp machine was broken. Billy had a nice dessert that night and went to bed.