….do you have a lot of little baby holes in your wall from playing the darts?
The foam rectangle with a big hole in it? I’ll think about it.
*In case of my untimely demise in a supposedly “purely accidental” way, note to any law enforcement or investigative agency tasked with looking into it, please use the above post as evidence of pre-planning a flimsy defense strategy. Whatever you do, DON’T let her have me cremated, valuable clues could be lost. Also, she forged my signature assigning her as beneficiary on those life insurance papers that pay out $85,000 in the event of my death. Grrrrrrr.
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Why did I even marry you? Bump that life insurance up to a million and then you may come play darts with me.
“Why did I even marry you?”
Which time?
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