Bone head move

bob
The best one I ever pulled off was a brand new Lincoln MIG welder sitting in the middle of the garage with its red paint gleaming like I'd just waxed it... "Where did THAT come from?" she asks... "What, that thing? I've HAD that, you've seen it before..."as tiny beads of sweat form on my brow... close call.
when I get my stuff from the brownie, it always arrives before I get home....and i get home before my wife does...SSWEEEET!
...and then, of course, I put it out in the shed where I only have a key....he-he!
but then the weekend rolls around and while I'm lounging on the couch watching a movie or a football game, my beautiful wife comes home from shopping and asks, "what did UPS deliver the other day, hun?" ....and i'm like, "?!"
to which she replies..."Sue said UPS dropped something off."
...Sue is the neighbor across the street who can't mind her own god-damned business!
Every neighborhood has one. Which can be good and bad.[:@]
She was setting you up man! She just got home from shopping and asks you that question, then you don't notice or think to ask what she picked up while shopping.

Next time tell her it was something nice for her but they sent the wrong size (too big of course) and you sent it back.
Tell the wife the brown truck is dropping off a counter-intelligence eliminator...........

Then have the brown truck drop off a flaming bag of dog chit on Sue's front door. [8D]
I'm glad i have a 'scooter' friendly kind of girl. Hell, I even got her saying "Scooter" and "MotorSickle."
she reminded me how in addition to the 2 pairs of pants and shirt she'd bought for a total of 80 dollars, she'd also bought clothes for our daughter
...and of course, i'm recalculating the cost of my triple trees, fork tubes, and "Headwinds" headlight...and tell her i only bought a "headlight"....he-he...eliciting a memory in her ofhow she'd bought one for her car a few years back at autozone and it wasn't that expensive... =-)
to which she replies, "then why didn't you go to harley down the street?" (there's literally a dealer down the street)
i say, cleverly, "because it's custom and i had to go 'aftermarket'".... eliciting yet another memory of how she'd originally gone to mazda to get her headlight and how expensive IT was compared to the one she'd bought at autozone..... HE-HE-HE
then i see "Sue" a few days later..... and I remind her that her efforts were in vain and that if she weren't so damn "controlling" (women HATE hearing that they're "controlling") she might recognize the jealousy her husband so pathetically displays whenever he sees my bike....and that he just might want one.... but can't have one.... because of her!
all i get from her is a red face and a "yeah, whatever"....LOL!
That's why UPS delivers to my office... It goes straight from the office to the garage... where it's instantly blends in with all of the other parts/junk I have in there. The garage is like my wife's closet; it MAY have already been there, but I couldn't tell you for sure.
The best one I ever pulled off was a brand new Lincoln MIG welder sitting in the middle of the garage with its red paint gleaming like I'd just waxed it... "Where did THAT come from?" she asks... "What, that thing? I've HAD that, you've seen it before..."as tiny beads of sweat form on my brow... close call.
We think of some clever ways to fool ourselves into thinking we're fooling them. How sadly mistaken we are.
She knew. [:'(]
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Tell the wife the brown truck is dropping off a counter-intelligence eliminator...........

Then have the brown truck drop off a flaming bag of dog chit on Sue's front door. [8D]
Tell the wife the brown truck is dropping off a counter-intelligence eliminator...........

Then have the brown truck drop off a flaming bag of dog chit on Sue's front door. [8D]


