07 December 2017, 14:19
xgruntSpell error
The spelling error:
Let me tell you friends that one simple spelling mistake--even a typo—can make your life hell.
I recently texted a short, romantic note to my wife while I was away on a fishing trip, and I missed one small "e".
No problem you might say.
Not so.
This tiny error has caused me to seek police protection to enter my own house.
I wrote, "Hi darling, I’m enjoying and experiencing the best time of my whole life, and I wish you were her!”
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07 December 2017, 16:12
Moremonte
That Would Be a Bad Thing.hehehehe
07 December 2017, 19:24
Grizzly AdamsHeard of a guy who told his wife he was going hunting. Too bad for him, the Vegas hooker bills on Visa made it back before he did .

Grizz
09 December 2017, 08:45
NormanConquestThen there was the guy that bitched his wife out when he got back from his hunting trip about her not packing him any underwear. She calmly replied,"They were in your rifle case".
09 December 2017, 15:09
xgruntquote:
Originally posted by NormanConquest:
Then there was the guy that bitched his wife out when he got back from his hunting trip about her not packing him any underwear. She calmly replied,"They were in your rifle case".
Busted....!
10 December 2017, 00:13
p dog shooterMy first hunting trip after I got married I found all the pockets flaps on my bird vest had a couple of stitches sewn in them holding them shut.
I asked the wife about that when I got home she just laughed.
10 December 2017, 08:59
NormanConquestJust can't trust anyone,can you?
14 December 2017, 01:29
Use Enough GunGrizz: I had a girlfriend in high school who's dad always said he was deer hunting with his buddies, but he never brought anything home. Come to find out, he and his buddies were dear hunting with some young ladies. Wife got some bill or notice from a hotel. . . . .
14 December 2017, 09:08
lavacaThis guy used to go "dove hunting" every year in South Texas and he dutifully brought home a neatly wrapped package of doves, which his wife cooked for dinner his first day back. Year after year. Turns out, he wasn't "dove hunting" but stopped by a buddy's house on the way home and picked up his package of dressed, neatly wrapped doves. One year, he came home and gave his wife his package of "doves". He went to work the next day and came home looking forward to his dove dinner.
When he sat down at the dinner table, he was confronted with a shrimp dinner. He asked his wife what happened to his dove dinner and she just smiled sweetly. His buddy gave him the wrong package. Busted.