Dear Robby

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Thought I'd kick off the new feature that I'd requested in the thread about emailing Robby and Ryan


Dear Robby-

A while ago my sister in law came to visit and "assisted" my wife in "organizing" some things. They decided that they needed a couple of Rubbermaid bins to store some things in the attic. A two mile round trip to the store could have fulfilled that need, but they decided to consolidate my gear bins to free up a few. This has eliminated my organization. Tent stakes and merino socks with Camelbacks. Water shoes with ice fishing gear. Bow hunting and rifle hunting gear commingled.

I seem to have developed facial tics and an occasional seizure.

I just returned home from work and have set to rectifying the situation while enjoying a tasty cold beer on a hot day. However, I did not look to myself before asking a stupid question. "Why?" Well, several. "Why? Why? Why would you do this?"

it wasn't even in an email.

I may have muttered some accusations, though...It's hot.

It seems as though I am now "banned". And there will no immediate gratification for me.

What's the best way to get your wife to leave your "junk" alone without her getting crabby and leaving your "junk" alone?

- Pitching A Tent In the Back Yard
 
PS Should I feel free to go with a tipi in the yard or should I go with a tent that more closely resembles the shape of a doghouse?

Asking for a friend
 
The one and only time I ever ate 'shrooms reminded me of reading this post.

You're killing me but I am afraid if people didn't see the other "before you email me or Ryan...." post, this one will go over their heads. It almost did mine:D:D:D
 
Pretty much just trying to amuse myself and take the edge off the reorganization. If someone else is humored by my predicament, all the better. Back at it.
 
Ditto Justin.

Some organization returned. Sidetrack to put together a new fuel line for my boat and gather together some fishing gear for an upcoming run and gun, drive as much or more than you fish trip.

And the wife was having some difficulty locating or oldest's backpack for a trip. She almost admitted that rearranging everything was a mistake.

And by that, I mean that she'd never admit a mistake, but she saw me smiling...and she knew I had a point. Really. I could tell.
 
Before the vet taught my wife how to do a proper castration, I would have plotted some get even like rubbing down the inside of her bra cups with poison ivy. Thanks to the vet though I just have to suck it up too.
 
Before the vet taught my wife how to do a proper castration, I would have plotted some get even like rubbing down the inside of her bra cups with poison ivy. Thanks to the vet though I just have to suck it up too.


I'm scratching my head wondering why you want poison ivy of the mouth?
 
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What's the best way to get your wife to leave your "junk" alone without her getting crabby and leaving your "junk" alone?

- Pitching A Tent In the Back Yard


I have come to the conclusion that there is only one sure way, it's called divorce buddy, and I might be driven to the point of crossing that line.
 
I'm scratching my head wondering why you want poison ivy of the mouth?



Bwahahahahahahahahaha!! You crack me up Les!

That revenge can be hazardous and come back to haunt you. Ahab lost his leg and, ultimately, his life. Btaylor could lose some important gear and the will to go on.
 
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