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Related: About this forumI remember one time my wife called me a lazy bastard at the supermarket
I was so shocked i almost fell out of the cart.
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I remember one time my wife called me a lazy bastard at the supermarket (Original Post)
Duncanpup
Mar 2023
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niyad
(119,977 posts)1. . . .
2naSalit
(92,752 posts)2. Good one!
Once upon a time I was married. We were both in our twenties and still pretty silly at times. We were on the road a lot so when we bought a house and started doing things like actually grocery shopping, it was more like a couple ten year olds at an amusement park. This all got started because I refused to be the one to do the domestic shit, it's why I chose to drive trucks, no way was I going to be the housewife. Solution, we BOTH have to do it together, grocery shopping, laundry...
So grocery shopping became an event where it was almost a contest to see if we could get out with our groceries before being thrown out of the store for acting like juvenile delinquents, sort of. They weren't amused at the football pass transfers of paper towels and other items, down the aisle to the be received and dunked into the cart, I guess. It wasn't a big community, they knew who we were. Didn't do it for too long but for a couple months it was hilarious, we laughed all the way home every time.
Baked Potato
(7,733 posts)3. 😆😆
Doc_Technical
(3,599 posts)4. Hey, don't call me a bastard,
my parents were married for at least a week before I was born.