Ooops. I messed up again.

[HarleyDog]

(01-20-2019, 06:21 PM)Benton Wrote: Similar thing happened a year or so ago when I bought my wife some P!nk tickets. She's been to one of her concerts and that all she talks about.

Well, the concert was 3 hours away on a Tuesday night, the wife would've had to work the next day, etc. So I gave her the option of selling them and picking a different show. I resold them for like $10 more than I paid, got good seats to another closer (cheaper) show from a different group and told her she could go out to dinner in the rest. When she found d out I resold them for nearly face value, she flipped out cause I could've made twice that.

Sheesh.

Fortunately for me, this thing is close to sold out 2 weeks in advance. I could probably resell and make some dough. But I really wanted to do something with her out of the ordinary. She's too reserved and paranoid about stuff anymore. Which, I understand I guess, but just wanted to give her a good time. 

(01-20-2019, 06:26 PM)SunsetBengal Wrote: Wow, what a relief.  After the dropped air conditioner incident, I was afraid that you were going to say that you got drunk and kicked over the kerosene heater, and burned down the man cave..  

LOL - I don't even own one of those. Although, not saying I couldn't accidentally cause a propane explosion out here? She would probably yell at me, but inside be happy this thing burned down.  I on the other hand would be devastated.   


Damnit! I just thought of something. Not only would I have to hear it from her if that happened, but Hank Hill would sound like Gunnery Sergeant Hartman on "Full Metal Jacket" if I accidentally did that? I can imagine it now:

Hank Hill: Did your parents have any children that lived?

HarleyDog: Sir, yes, sir.

Hank Hill: I bet they regret that. You're so ugly you could be a modern dumb ass! What's your name stupid?

HarleyDog: Sir, Harley Dog, sir.

Hank Hill: Harley? Harley what... Harley Quinn?

HarleyDog: Sir, no, sir. Harley Dog sir.

Hank Hill: That name sounds like poop with corn in it. Are you poop with corn in it?

HarleyDog: Sir, no, sir.

Hank Hill: Do you suck tennis balls?

HarleyDog: Sir, no, sir.

Hank Hill: Bullshit. I bet you could suck a tennis ball through a garden hose.

HarleyDog: Sir, no, sir.

Hank Hill: I don't like the name Harley, only Steelers and Browns fans are called Harley. From now on you're HarleyDog.

HarleyDog: Sir? That's already my name, Sir!

Hank Hill: Stop playing with fire HarleyDog.

HarleyDog: Sir, yes Sir!




Good Lord, I don't think I could take that?