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The world of a woman.


Ezekiel 25:17
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It’s our wedding anniversary on Tuesday, I’ve bought the wife a handbag she’s been looking at all year. My plan was to nip to Manchester this afternoon and collect it whilst she’s taken Izzy to a party. They left 5 mins ago so I phoned to make sure it’s there and put my coat on. The wife comes back home as she’s forgotten something to find me in the hall in my coat. “Oh, going the pub are you?” I had to say I was popping to my mums so have been given a shopping list too. So now I’m in the bad books as she doesn’t believe me and I’ve got to go the fucking supermarket.

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It’s our wedding anniversary on Tuesday, I’ve bought the wife a handbag she’s been looking at all year. My plan was to nip to Manchester this afternoon and collect it whilst she’s taken Izzy to a party. They left 5 mins ago so I phoned to make sure it’s there and put my coat on. The wife comes back home as she’s forgotten something to find me in the hall in my coat. “Oh, going the pub are you?” I had to say I was popping to my mums so have been given a shopping list too. So now I’m in the bad books as she doesn’t believe me and I’ve got to go the fucking supermarket.

 

 

If you're in the bad books might as well go for a pint now mate.

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I painted our new built house from top to bottom on my own, whilst doing 12 hour shifts at work. I have since repainted every room, including the cuntingly awkward stairs at least 4 times each. I've painted the outside. I've put wooden floors down in each bedroom.

Before Xmas, I put a continuous wooden floor down in the entire downstairs, including the newly built extension. I don't mind doing the work,

However, 3to4 times a week,all I get is that I do nothing around the house and she goes off on one!

I don't know how she's survived this long. They're all fucking rage inducing psychopaths.

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Think I might have posted this before.

 

A mate paid for his wife and kids to go abroad on holiday as he was going to be replacing the kitchen.

 

When she got home she started moaning straight away there were pizza boxes and beer cans in the recycling boxes, the fact he didn’t have a fucking kitchen for 3 days was obviously lost on her.

 

What really took the piss was when she kicked off he’d bought a bottle of washing up liquid that didn’t match the new colour scheme.

 

Cunt. We had a great party when his divorce came through.

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