After a heavy session on the beer with the missus, we get home and decide its a good idea to crack open a bottle of wine.
2 bottles of wine later, and it has all of a sudden become a good idea to fight in our living room. After spear tackling her into the sofa, she pushes me off her and then as I step back boots me in the chest, winding me quite badly. At some point during this whole episode, we have managed to knock over and spill a can of stella, on laminate flooring. Whilst hastily stumbling backwards unable to breath, I slip on the newly created puddle and land on the flat of my back, snapping my wrist in 3 places as I attempted, in vain, to break my fall.
There's a moral to this story, and it's quite an important one:
If you can't get your missus to take one up the ****ter, let her beat you up. Guilt and sympathy combined is a powerful force.
2 bottles of wine later, and it has all of a sudden become a good idea to fight in our living room. After spear tackling her into the sofa, she pushes me off her and then as I step back boots me in the chest, winding me quite badly. At some point during this whole episode, we have managed to knock over and spill a can of stella, on laminate flooring. Whilst hastily stumbling backwards unable to breath, I slip on the newly created puddle and land on the flat of my back, snapping my wrist in 3 places as I attempted, in vain, to break my fall.
There's a moral to this story, and it's quite an important one:
If you can't get your missus to take one up the ****ter, let her beat you up. Guilt and sympathy combined is a powerful force.
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