Thread: I was just told to go upstairs and stay upstairs

Tonight the joykiller has all her neighborhood nags over for a girl's "book club" night. They are in the living room (where my warm woodstove and TV are) sitting in a circle discussing some dumb Oprah book. A little spread of desserts and wines are laid out for their snacking delight. I was sent upstairs and told none of the other guys are ever seen or heard from the whole night when book club is held at the other houses. Thankfully the wireless works but no TV and no basketball game. At least I have a toilet up here.

On the positive side at least she cleaned the house up. :D

Yur in trouble Wasabi. "Book night" is code for adult toy party.

That's why every room in my house full of wimmen has cable with all the trimmings and if there's nothing on I go to the studio and play guitar until my fingers bleed. Just think of her reward for you for being such a "good boy".

thats right! creep down the steps real easy and see what they got.

I'm quickly learning this book club isolation upstairs ain't such a bad thing. No interruptions, no 1000 questions, no complaining. If I lived on a houseboat I could fish out the window. Maybe I'll just go to sleep.

Dont cha hate those things??? I don,t know ya but i feel your pain that cuts deep...:D I,ve seen those things get out of hand & there you are locked in a room helpless. Stand up man don,t let those hens get your diginty.(lol)

Now treat that joykiller right...tell her to avoid any possible slip-ups,you will vacate the premises........to the nearest HOOTERS!

Put on something that says "I am alpha dog at this spread." I'd crash that party wearing a Superman t-shirt and atletic supporter by BIKE. Make a statement. Take back yur love den. Give the best-lookin soap opera queen a lap dance and dont be shy about rubbin yur junk all over her chin. Tellum to take their bottle of muscatel and block of Velveeta out to one of their cars, you got the SI Swimsuit Review comin on and dont wanna be interupted by a bunch of granny-bloomer-wearin ol hags flappin their lips over some dumb book. Wait till one of the ladiys comes outta the bathroom, slip in and foul the place up & dont flush. Come accuse the whole mess on her, take everyone into the bathroom, show em all whatta mess Jenny left in the commode.
Stop at nuthin Wasabi. There is no reason to be shooed around like a pig at the auction in yur own dang hizzle man.

'shoer should set up a marriage counselar office, you'd make a killin!!!LOL

I bet he can't find a battery in the house today. Flash Light empty, pager empty, even the smoke alarm.