Mine is slightly different: Her: are you coming to the funeral with me? Me: who’s funeral? Her: Diane. Me: Diane who? Do I know her? Her: well no, but I wondered if you’d like to come? Me: Is it a wake with lots of free food and booze? the answer to that question decides. Of course there's always this reason
Don't know how to tell you lads but it's not the wimmin, it's you soft lads This is a true story, swear down. Little lad comes into his dad and says "dad, mum needs to go hospital" Dad says "I'm playing cards tell her to get a cab" She did and gave birth to his daughter. He is dead now, of old age, but they were married for 50 years
You ever witnessed the asian mans playing "taash" back in the day? Rang or seep went on for whole weekends. I seen my dad's older brother slap a dude for talking during a hand
Yeah...I remember walking into a smoke filled room and being ushered the **** out whilst my dad and his mates used to play Taash
Tea and ciggies, for the whole weekend Start on Friday evening, play till Sunday night, sleep on them settee thingsand work Monday morning Every week
And the women knew their place If it wasn't immediate family, **** going to the funeral don't even mention it
My Mrs is completely crackers. I’m too tired and a bit too pissed to go into detail. It’s my birthday tomorrow so I’ll be reflecting, contemplating and perhaps even crying, which will probably be a good time to collate some stories from the past 20 years.
Guys. Honestly I wish that the woman I married was “crazy” in these traditional women are “crazy” sense. I had the Courts of Canada award me full custody of my daughter because her mother is actually certifiably insane. The way family law works here, as soon as you see a father with full custody, you can assume that something pretty impactful happened.