So,
Everything started this week when I forgot to say "happy birthday" to my wife.
Yes, I know, not the right move.
This morning she calls me and in a very distress tone of voice breaks the news for me: "I've just come back home from walking the dogs and found the garage door open; they took two of the bikes..."
Me: "which ones?"
She: "the Honda and the Aprilia"
Me: "Fudge, did you call the cops? I'm on my way"
She: "April's fool"
Good one honey. I deserve it.
My sphincter clenched to the point that I don't think I'll be able to take a dump for a year.
Hector
