CxHatch
12-20-2006, 11:05 AM
I know this is entertainment forum so heres a story, well a joke, well fuk it put em together LOL:bravo:
>A couple had only been married for two weeks and the husband, although
>very much in love, couldn't wait to go out on the town and party with his
>old buddies. So, he said to his new wife, "Honey, I'll be right back."
>
>"Where are you going, Coochy Coo?" asked the wife. "I'm going to the bar,
>Pretty Face," he answered. I'm going to have a beer."
>
>The wife said, "You want a beer, my love?" She opened the door to the
>refrigerator and showed him 25 different kinds of beer, brands from 12
>different countries: Germany, Holland, Japan, India, etc. The husband
>didn't know what to do, and the only thing that he could think of saying
>was, "Yes, Lollipop... but at the bar... You know... they have frozen
>glasses..."
>
>He didn't get to finish the sentence, because the wife interrupted him by
>saying, "You want a frozen glass, Puppy Face?" She took a huge beer mug
> out of the freezer, so frozen that she was getting chills just holding it.
>The husband, looking a bit pale, said, "Yes, Tootsie Roll, but at the bar
>they have those hors d'oeuvres that are really delicious... I won't be
>long. I'll be right back. I promise. OK?"
>
>"You want hors d'oeuvres, Poochie Pooh?" She opened the oven and took out
>5 dishes of different hors d'oeuvres: chicken wings, pigs in blankets,
>mushroom caps, and little quiches. "But my sweet honey... at the bar....
>you know there's swearing, dirty words and all that..."
>
>"You want dirty words, Cutie Pie? LISTEN UP CHICKEN SHIT! SIT YOUR ASS
>DOWN, SHUT THE HELL UP, DRINK YOUR BEER IN YOUR FROZEN MUG AND EAT YOUR
>HORS D'OEUVRES BECAUSE YOUR MARRIED ASS ISN'T GOING TO A DAMNED BAR! THAT
>SHIT IS OVER, GOT IT, JACKASS?"
>
>and...they lived happily ever after. Isn't that a sweet story?
>A couple had only been married for two weeks and the husband, although
>very much in love, couldn't wait to go out on the town and party with his
>old buddies. So, he said to his new wife, "Honey, I'll be right back."
>
>"Where are you going, Coochy Coo?" asked the wife. "I'm going to the bar,
>Pretty Face," he answered. I'm going to have a beer."
>
>The wife said, "You want a beer, my love?" She opened the door to the
>refrigerator and showed him 25 different kinds of beer, brands from 12
>different countries: Germany, Holland, Japan, India, etc. The husband
>didn't know what to do, and the only thing that he could think of saying
>was, "Yes, Lollipop... but at the bar... You know... they have frozen
>glasses..."
>
>He didn't get to finish the sentence, because the wife interrupted him by
>saying, "You want a frozen glass, Puppy Face?" She took a huge beer mug
> out of the freezer, so frozen that she was getting chills just holding it.
>The husband, looking a bit pale, said, "Yes, Tootsie Roll, but at the bar
>they have those hors d'oeuvres that are really delicious... I won't be
>long. I'll be right back. I promise. OK?"
>
>"You want hors d'oeuvres, Poochie Pooh?" She opened the oven and took out
>5 dishes of different hors d'oeuvres: chicken wings, pigs in blankets,
>mushroom caps, and little quiches. "But my sweet honey... at the bar....
>you know there's swearing, dirty words and all that..."
>
>"You want dirty words, Cutie Pie? LISTEN UP CHICKEN SHIT! SIT YOUR ASS
>DOWN, SHUT THE HELL UP, DRINK YOUR BEER IN YOUR FROZEN MUG AND EAT YOUR
>HORS D'OEUVRES BECAUSE YOUR MARRIED ASS ISN'T GOING TO A DAMNED BAR! THAT
>SHIT IS OVER, GOT IT, JACKASS?"
>
>and...they lived happily ever after. Isn't that a sweet story?