I love my wife and all, but Jesus Hercules Christ...
I was inspired by this post in iceman's goggle thread:
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Fuck fucking goggles in general. Fucking things fucking suck. Fucking wife always complaining she put the wrong lens in, and I have to fucking change them because for some fucking reason she seems to be able to put earrings thru tiny fucking holes in her ears, but can't seem to snap a fucking lens in a fucking goggle frame without fucking it all up.
Just had to get that off my chest this am, sorry.
I do ALL sports related anything, I feel your pain.
We have an apartment in Issaquah, (Seattle suburb), now, so my wife takes the Golf R and drives over a big lane barrier thing to the tune of $2500 worth of 2 rims, tires, alignment, etc.
She gets some mail from the city and opens it up, sees a picture of the Golf and a nice $140 fine, and says "How do they know it's me?" She gets a second letter like that a day later.
She is great, yada, yada, yada, but WTF?
What else you guys got?
I love my wife and all, but Jesus Hercules Christ...
Never turns on stovetop exhaust when cooking, never.
Picks up random stranger that asks her for a ride to the store, he was "foreign and lost" apparently.
Can't load fucking dishwasher proper at all.
Gives money to pan handlers even after I lecture not to.
Drives with one hand in the 6 o'clock position on the steering wheel, underhand. Basically no control if something happened.
Uses the electric garage door as her daily in and out of the house instead of the front door.
Don't get me started on pillows..,whoa baby do we have pillows!!!