mschatz
Hamma: I has it
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Me: "What about this little bowl with the chili peppers on it?"
Wife: "Keep it! My aunt Jenny gave us that for our wedding."
Me: "We've never used it."
Wife: "So?"
Me: "We've been married five years."
Wife: "And?"
Me: "..." *bangs bowl on the counter top* "It has a crack in it..."
Wife: "OMG. Your such an asshole."
Half the night was like this. I enjoy throwing shit away. It makes my life weigh less, if that makes any sense. A good friend of mine can't wait to buy a pool table and a foosball table and a dart board and a jukebox. And he can't understand why I don't want these things. I know where to find them when I want to play. They're called "bars". I've seen the kinds of people that collect shit like that; people who are always trying to show off their "game rooms". And when it comes down to it, that's all a game room is really for; showing off. "Look at all the shit I have!" But once the novelty wears off, the pool table becomes just another surface to fold laundry on. The foosball table gets moved to the corner because your ass isn't as narrow as it used to be and you need the extra walk space. The dart board is no longer used because your grandkids keep putting holes in your walls. In the end your kids are left with a bunch of shit to dispose of and/or fight over when you're dead. Besides, when I kick someone's ass at foosball, I want the whole damned bar to see it.
So much win here.