When the Missus left, I started feeling lonely, couldn't handle the empty house at night. No point whining, so I went out, had drinks, got laid, bought myself a bike, wasted a few hundreds on dope and fine old whiskey, crashed the bike, got laid again, helped Billy Bob and Junior and Sonny and the Big Rita to pull the truck out of the swimming pool, and told the hooker to fcuk off the house after she trashed the big screen TV.



Guess my lady is gonna hit the roof when she'll come back from her night shift.

I would surmise, based on this limited information; that you are in DEEP, DEEP Shit my man...

good thing she ain't workin' a double

GWB

Well well my lad,If that's not an accident waiting to happen then I've never seen one.

If I were you I would have given the dog-box a good going over with vacuum-cleaner. It might just have a new occupant for awhile.