Laughing_Gnome_Invisible
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OK, bear in mind that I am recalling the conversation about my brew day on Sunday from an entirely biased perspective.
Wifey: What the f#ck are you doing!?
Me: I am commencing the process of brewing, my dear. I am about to perform the last rites of John Barleycorn. I am creating art.
Wifey: Like f#ck you are! I had a whole day planned of doing stupid girly sh!t and dragging your ass around with me and boring the crap out of you for the entire day!!
Me: But my love!! Do you not recall the agreement we made just this Friday past? We had cordially committed that I should practice the art of brewing, and that we would both make merry on that joyous occasion. The stage is set, the players are dressed. 'twould be folly indeed to deny the audience their reward!
Wifey: You are sooo full of sh!t! Since when did you feel the need to brew EVERY f#cking week!!?
Me: But dearest, I have had not the chance to brew these last three weeks for fear of it making interruption to your wonderful and righteous garage sale. This has been but my first opportunity in a long while.
Wifey: Hmmmph!!! OK then, but don't forget you are cooking out tonight. F#ck you, I'm going to Walmart. I will be taking an electric cart because I'm too fat to walk. My clothes will all be two sizes too small, and I will probably be farting a lot.
Me: Farewell, my love. I await your return with baited breath. In your absence, I will ponder the ways I can make you more happy.
Wifey: F#ck off.
(Later that day)
Wifey: Are you STILL f#cking brewing!?
Me: yes, my dear. I have pondered your objections about my regular observance to the ritual of the beer gods, and have devised a plan to make us BOTH happier! I have taken it upon myself to make TWO brews in the same day! Thus, we shall have a happier future together whereby I may pay more attention to your loveliness with my time saved!
Wifey: You f#cking ******!!
Me: But, but, my love! I strive only to make you happy!!
Wifey: F#ck off, *******!
Me: Have I upset you my dear? You complained that I appease the beer gods too often, and I have sought a way to solve our problem!
Wifey: F#ck off F#ck off F#ck off F#ck off F#ck off!!!
Wifey: What the f#ck are you doing!?
Me: I am commencing the process of brewing, my dear. I am about to perform the last rites of John Barleycorn. I am creating art.
Wifey: Like f#ck you are! I had a whole day planned of doing stupid girly sh!t and dragging your ass around with me and boring the crap out of you for the entire day!!
Me: But my love!! Do you not recall the agreement we made just this Friday past? We had cordially committed that I should practice the art of brewing, and that we would both make merry on that joyous occasion. The stage is set, the players are dressed. 'twould be folly indeed to deny the audience their reward!
Wifey: You are sooo full of sh!t! Since when did you feel the need to brew EVERY f#cking week!!?
Me: But dearest, I have had not the chance to brew these last three weeks for fear of it making interruption to your wonderful and righteous garage sale. This has been but my first opportunity in a long while.
Wifey: Hmmmph!!! OK then, but don't forget you are cooking out tonight. F#ck you, I'm going to Walmart. I will be taking an electric cart because I'm too fat to walk. My clothes will all be two sizes too small, and I will probably be farting a lot.
Me: Farewell, my love. I await your return with baited breath. In your absence, I will ponder the ways I can make you more happy.
Wifey: F#ck off.
(Later that day)
Wifey: Are you STILL f#cking brewing!?
Me: yes, my dear. I have pondered your objections about my regular observance to the ritual of the beer gods, and have devised a plan to make us BOTH happier! I have taken it upon myself to make TWO brews in the same day! Thus, we shall have a happier future together whereby I may pay more attention to your loveliness with my time saved!
Wifey: You f#cking ******!!
Me: But, but, my love! I strive only to make you happy!!
Wifey: F#ck off, *******!
Me: Have I upset you my dear? You complained that I appease the beer gods too often, and I have sought a way to solve our problem!
Wifey: F#ck off F#ck off F#ck off F#ck off F#ck off!!!