I've always managed to use my mouth to get out of the doghouse, seeing as I am such the cunning linguist...
Nice..I was once in the dog house with my fiance for a month. I got so used to the couch that it was tough to go back to my bed once I was out.
It's not a nice feeling.
Damnn, what did you do to earn that sentence?
Damnn, what did you do to earn that sentence?
Two summers ago, fiance went out of town to see her sister. Some of my friends and I had a party at my house..I pass out on the couch, didn't know one of the girls just "found a room" to crash in, turned out it was our (my fiance and I's) room.
I'm late for work the next morning..run into my bathroom to take a shower and didn't even see the chick. Didn't even know I was in trouble until the shower curtain gets ripped open and it's my fiance..wondering why I'm in the shower and a girl is asleep in our bed.
So what'd you do to get out of the "doghouse?"
Just kept my head down and shut up..I guess it made me look less guilty.
I still remember the conversation:
Her- "What the FUCK..."
Me- "Hey!, Huh?"
Her-" Come here..look" (points to the bed, the chick is slowly waking up, and I look like I saw a ghost)
Me- " I--" before I could get a word out..
Her- "BULLSHIT!"
Chick tried to explain everything, but I knew to just shut up until it blew over. That's how I got out.
Me- You remember that threesome fantasy I told you about...
Nah, then she'd have his nuts in a jar...