I know he was fucking with her. He's from Vancouver. Obviously there was probably somewhere along the line where that became his last name for that reason (like MacDonald meaning "son of Donald"), but it wasn't the case in British Columbia in 1965.
In lieu of taking my wife's name i instead changed mine to Sissy Boy Wunder-Faggot. Its a bold move, but cant wait to get my new business cards.
my wife doesn't trust the rear view mirror....just keeps going until she bumps into something.. The back up camera is sweet for hooking up a trailer. Tried to show my dad that about 100 times, but he insists on doing the guessing way.
I've got the opposite at my house. Wife will eat a steak medium rare but wants hamburgers well done. I don't get it.
When it's that time of the month my wife wants meat near rare. The rest of the month, medium well is undercooked.
Bacteria doesn't thrive as well in a whole muscle compared to ground beef. It's safer to eat a steak at a lower temp than ground beef
Yea, I understand that you want to cook hamburger meat to a high temperature for bacteria purposes, but that's using logic. The bff just thinks it looks more yucky with hamburger being bloody.
My girlfriend had an issue fixing a challenging gourmet meal for herself (Easy Mac) due to forgetting a difficult ingredient (water). Smoked out the apartment and her microwaves now on the back porch.
i've done the same thing before, luckily i was standing right there when the noodles ignited, so it didn't get that bad.
My favorite quality of my wife is that she's extremely intelligent (full academic scholarship, masters degree, etc.) but sometimes she belongs itt. Me: A few of the guys are taking a two day trip to Vegas for some gambling. Her: Is that two or three hours behind? (Note: we live in Houston) Me: 3 hours? Her: It's probably only 2, since San Francisco is 3 hours behind. Me: Wait what? Her: Eastern, Central, Mountain, Desert, Pacific! Guys, jetlag just got even tougher.
Just got a phone call Her: "I can't find my car" Me: "Where are you?" Her: "Walmart" Me: "Well which door did you park in front of?" Her: "If I knew that, I wouldn't be calling you" Me: "How does calling me help you find your car?" Her: "Moral support" Me: "Are you sure you parked it at that Walmart?" Her: "I hate you. Bye." I hope she brings me home something to eat.
I get a phone call today at work, with my wife saying that she's on the way to the ER with our daughter. Okay neat. I get there to find out that a coat rack she had for her room got caught in her eyelid. What the fuck. She was rearranging our daughters room and left the rack somewhere where my daughter could reach it. If I could of strangled her with my deathstare, I would of. Fortunately my child will be okay.