- What were you doing in my knicker drawer by the way?
- What?
- You said you saw my Bisto tin in my knicker drawer.
- I was packing a bag for you.
- Because you found my running away money?
- No, because you were in hospital having the twins and you asked me to bring in more underwear.
- Oh right.
- Why do you think I was in your knicker drawer?
- I don’t know.
- Are you trying to insinuate something Bernie?
- Calm down Jimmy, I know you’re not a cross dresser, and if you were, sure my knickers wouldn’t fit you.
- Not the ones you wore back then Bernie, they wouldn’t have fit the Michelin man.
- Fuck off, you’ve some cheek. I’d just carried two of your children for eight and a half months, I was hardly going to be wearing lacy thongs.
- I was only joking Bernie, stop being so sensitive.
- You weren’t joking, you were saying I was fat.
- I just said your knickers were a bit on the big side.
- Well so were your jox. At least I had a reason for being fat. I was pregnant; what was your excuse?
- Ah you’re getting personal now Bernie.
- It hurts doesn’t it Jimmy?
That’ll teach him…cheeky bastard
Husbands are the worst, aren’t they?
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Only when it involves his aul one 😏🤪
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Great banter going on there.
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He’s hardly Magic Mike himself…cheeky fucker! :p
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Heeheehee! If he complains about how you look after having children, let him know you liked him better with the hair and without the beer belly, too. That’s what one friend of mine did, and the husband quit complaining.
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He wouldn’t dare complain. He values his life… and certain body parts 🤪
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I’ll tell you what: comments like that will not get him an invitation to view your knickers any time soon!
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You said it sister 😏🤪
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