Don't you hate it when ...

you run out of beer and are left with your girlfriend's sangeria?

 

I had to re-read the last part of that post 4 times.

 

No.

 

Why? Did I spell sangeria wrong? That is entirely possible at this point.

 

I drank a bottle of IPA tonight for the first time.

Not bad, but gave me serious gas.

In fact, I was half asleep, mamachef was reading a book on amputation of toes while your husband is asleep, and I let loose an gaseous explosion so potent, that my dog, who was laying under the bed, ran out of the bedroom, and my cat jumped off the bed.

I have been forbidden to drink IPA forevermore.

 

What if I would have said this:

... your favorite team trades David Wright for a bag of balls.

 

Sangria.

 

Excellent.

That's in the spirit of this thread.

I'm sure I'll be told I'm not allowed to drink wine after tonight either.

The girlfriend already tried to tell me I'm supposed to dilute the wine, but really that was an attempt to get me to chill out.

Ha. That didn't work. Sorry, future Mrs. Angola!

 

you root for a fourth place baseball team with the highest payroll in the game.

 

Hi Bill.

 

There has been a skunk in our neighborhood recently and I can smell it.

I should kill it, though I'm lacking in weapons.

 

A real man would kill it with his bare hands. Wuss.