It’s probably that time of the month.
[sub](Just wanted to get the thread back on track.)[/sub]
Ok, so I’m wasting my time even reading
their posts.
Looks like, cowboy…
Lets go out to eat tonight.
O.K. Where do you want to go?
I don’t know, you pick.
It’s your idea, you pick.
I can’t decide.
O.K. Lets go to McDonalds.
MCDONALDS!!! WHAT?? YOU WANT MCDONALDS!!!
Well, its cheap and you said pick.
15 minutes later we’re at Aurora Steak House. She’s never asked me to pick again.
Can’t you just make a decision?? I mean…if you would like to go out to eat…then I am sure that you have a place in mind!! Because if I suggested something…I know what you are gonna say…
You are gonna say…“Well, I [begin whiney voice] guessso, if that’s where you want to go”[/end whiney voice]
UGHHHHHHH!!!
Just make a decision for goodness sakes!!
Right, sure, bring that up when we’re talking about ten minutes…
Y’know, it might last longer if Someone’s idea of foreplay wasn’t:
:rolleyes:[sup]-Oh, alright…[/sup]
…and what’s wrong with our relationship that needs more than ten minutes?
Excuse me, but your last sentence before looking at me for a response did happen to end in a flippin’ questionmark, dammit! If you just wanted to talk, end the damn things in a period, y’know, as in a statement. I answer questions with answers, not more god-damned ?'s!
Is it my fault that you decide to back-up into things with your panties around your ankles in the dark? Why don’t you be more considerate and lift the darn toilet seat after you are done?
And yes, the other 1,532 types of laundry detergent will work in a pinch. No, I do not want to shuffle around town looking for ‘Bright-white and color safe springtime fresh and concentrated Yada.’ Buy a small box and wait 'til they stock your fav next time.
Sometimes I want to make love, sometimes I want to f*ck. Turn around and hold onto something.
You reall y expect me to remember the exact date for the first time we:
Went dancing
Kissed
F*cked (although I seem to recall they happened on the same day, ahem)
Went for a trip
Said ‘Love’
Had a fight and made up
You moved in with me
I proposed
Made our first major purchase
Talked about having kids
Got married (welllll, OK)
You left to set-up a home overseas
I moved in with you
Started our first real jobs
The first time I left you for a long period of time (business)
Etc.
Yes, I wanted it, that is why I bought it. No, I didn’t ask for your permission. Why? Because you might have said ‘No.’
If the truth hurts so much, would you rather I lied to make you feel better?
No, I am not really interested in your office gossip. I have a hard enough time dealing with my office gossip. My gossip level is set on low, don’t try to overflow it, mkay?
Yes, I love it that you love my penis. But please don’t talk to him in cutesy-cuddly words everytime you give me head. Occasionally I can handle it, but sometimes I’d like you to be awed by the penis that is mine. You don’t hear me saying “Awwwww, cutesy-cooter want to cum-cum? Wittle clit want some wickin? I bwet she does!”
I cook, you clean. That is our agreement. I can’t cook if the pans are in the sink. No, for the ump-teenth time, do NOT use a metal fork to stir something you cook when I’m working late on my Teflon pans!
-tcat
Ya wanna know how many beers I’ve had? Open the trash can and count the damn cans!
Of course we never talk! Everytime I try the damn phone rings and GOD FORBID you should miss out on one of your friends telling you bout getting a good deal on canned green beans at the store today.