Wednesday, April 29, 2009
For Guys who take out the Garbage
So today I had a huge revelation. I was tired and hungry, because I pretty muched worked through lunch and past close of business. I came home and my wife cooked a fabulous meal pasta with seafood and fresh grilled scallops garnished with fresh basil from the garden. It was soooo delicious. I made a mixture of my jungle juice and I was feeling kind of nice or needless to say I was buzzed. It felt great. So I decided to do my part and clean up after dinner and I was in the process of taking the garbage out. When my wife saw what I had on, she was like, "Ohhh hell noooo!!, I will take the garbage out." I was shocked because I was taking the garbage out and she just didn't want me to. I personally didn't see anything wrong with the sky-blue-thigh -high running-shorts and knee-high-winter-white-rubber-fishing boots. I was just looking for some foot wear, it was the closest thing. My wife said I looked like a tranvestite and would rather take the garbabge out herself and she really did.