The Last Straw

I can’t tell you how many times my wife has told me that I took something too far. My jokes? Initially, fine, but then I push them over that imaginary line I can never gauge into what she considers the bad taste zone. My manscaping? Fine when it is out of sight, but last Valentine’s Day was too much for my wife.

Back hair heart

I admit that I crossed the line. I should have stuck with the more traditional Cupid.

back hair cupid

And my personal hygiene? Well, I have to admit that always crosses the line.

But I really thought I was helping this time. Especially after my wife thoughtlessly destroyed a valued vintage item in the sprawling Flanigan estate. I’ll explain.

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