Hard advice for hard times…

June 29th, 2015

Nag, nag nag….

Dear Bubba,
Before we were married, my husband “Roy” had card parties with his buddies every Friday night. The parties lasted til after midnight but back then it didn’t matter because I could go back to my own home to sleep. Now that we are newlyweds, this is a problem for me. I start work early in the morning and I’m exhausted by the end of the day. I spoke to Roy about this and he promised to end the parties earlier but it never seems to happen. Now when I bring it up, he stubbornly claims “this is just the way it is”. What can I do?
-signed, dealt a bum hand

Dear Bum-
You can’t do shit cause you’re a nag . Back then it “didn’t matter” because you hadn’t reeled in the fish yet. Now that you have, you think things should change. It’s pretty obvious to me your ass has grow huge since the wedding, Like they say, there’s one food guaranteed to make a women fat- wedding cake. But don’t worry, there’s still hope for your situation. My advice is next Friday night, go rent a hotel room and splurge on yourself. Who knows, you might get lucky ’cause it’s apparent from here you’re not getting any at home. Now quit your naggin’ woman!

 

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