02/23/11, 10:46 AM
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Originally Posted by Yvonne's hubby
Ok, a little back ground first. A group of ladies in our area get together every now and then for a "ladies meeting". These things can run pretty late, and since men are NOT allowed anywhere near them, the man of the house is sent off to spend the evening with some of the other orphant husbands. Last night was our turn to host so I grabbed my chessboard, and off I went to a friends house for the night. We had a couple of drinks, played two games of chess and enjoyed a pleasant evening unencumbered by the usual demands of our wives. I came home this morning to find my normally peaceful abode reeking of estrogen, stale beer, and the remains of what appeared to have been at some point in history "ladies" strewn about the living room, peering at me through squinted bloodshot eyes, holding cups of coffee, moaning and groaning.
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Right there is the point I'd have turned around, got back in the truck, and found somewhere else to be for the rest of the day. I'd come home in time to do the evening chores, but not before then!
Some things I just don't want to know!
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