Fuck ‘em If They Can’t Take a Joke
The thing about my wife is …
She doesn’t like it when I wake her up in the middle of the night to croak “oil can” like a heavily-medicated Tin Man from the Wizard of Oz. Say perhaps, that just at that moment, I had a stroke and a heart attack … and the only words that I could get out were “oil can”, which I thought were symbolic enough for her to realize that I’ve had two incredibly unlikely-for-my-age major health issues at the same time.
I COULD HAVE DIED.
Insensitive, I tell ya’.
It must be a girl thing, because I definitely would’ve punched you in the gut for that one.
You’re just too sensitive.