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It's closing time, and two drunks are getting ready to leave the bar.
— God, I hate getting home at this hour. All I want to do is take my shoes off and crawl into bed, but Hailey always nags me for what seems like hours.
— Sneaking's not the way to do it. Try slamming the front door, stomping upstairs, and yelling "Hey baby, let's have sex". When I do that, my wife always pretends she's sound asleep.
— God, I hate getting home at this hour. All I want to do is take my shoes off and crawl into bed, but Hailey always nags me for what seems like hours.
— Sneaking's not the way to do it. Try slamming the front door, stomping upstairs, and yelling "Hey baby, let's have sex". When I do that, my wife always pretends she's sound asleep.