ok another of my awesome love life stories
my mrs lives in london still and i'm now back in swindon. so you'd think she'd call or text me occasionally? nah. so after a week of no contact i pay for her to come home for a meal i'm gunna cook for my family and her...but she's to tired. so i go out to her (bassett) stitching my family of this meal i've been saying i'll do all week etc
so her idea of us spending time together was to watch meet the fockers with her parents. we get to the bit where jack and greg are in the front of the RV and jack starts shouting to his mrs to wake up and make greg a capucino.
at this point my mrs says something along the lines of "that's the kind of thing i can see your dad doing"
now i'm a pretty angsty person most of the time, but when i've been fucked over for about 10-12 days straight it gets to me so i reply "are you drunk or just being a twat?" is possibly the nastiest voice i could muster.
end of the story is i'm banned from her house by her parents, they won't talk to me again, and won't even be in the same place as me
i'm ace
