I was haveing a nice quiet afternoon in...And my mrs comes home:
I say's to her....I thourt you where out with your freinds in the bar?
She say's: Yes but I have run out of money.
So I give her my bankcard and pin number so she can piss off out again and leve me in peace
I'm dreading to see what my bank balance will be on monday
And that is true.
Edited by holtland (16 July 2011 @ 14:46 GMT)
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