When Earl went out to his shed to get his set of screwdrivers to do a job there was a screwdriver missing. That put him in a grumpy mood.
“Where did you put my screwdriver?” he asked his wife.
“I didn’t touch them,” she said.
That was typical. She always claimed she never touched his stuff and she always had. She never returned things back to their right place.
“I’m off to the pub for a while,” he grumbled.
As he got in his car he sat on the missing screw driver. Then he remembered.
It put him in a worse mood than before.
Woops! I am always being blamed for taking something, removing something, misplacing something my husband needs. I’ve learned to be quiet, be patient, and wait until he finds it~
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You are clearly the model professional woman. Someone standing at the sink would have to defend their innocence!!
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I would say that is scrotic justice.
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I prefer Aristotle to Scrotic.
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No one die in this story:)
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Give them a bit of time!!
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Screw that!
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I agree. It’s nuts.
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