My wife stormed into the bar last night as me and the boys were downing shots of tequila.
“You’re coming home now!” she screamed.
“No, I’m not,” I laughed.
She said, “I’m talking to the kids.”
My wife stormed into the bar last night as me and the boys were downing shots of tequila.
“You’re coming home now!” she screamed.
“No, I’m not,” I laughed.
She said, “I’m talking to the kids.”
