I am soooooo pissed off at studboy. OOOOhhhhh.

[KillerMuffin]

Sometimes I hate being me, I forget when I'm supposed to be pissed off

I just remembered I'm pissed off at him.

The motherfucker bought a fucking pipe. To smoke with. Into my house, and into my bedroom, which now REEKS. Oh my gawd I'm hacked. He had a cow because I bought a freaking roll of lifesavers so he goes and purchases a freaking pipe and all of it's assorted nasty smelling paraphrenalia. He smokes that in the truck, I'm kicking his happy ass out of it, I don't care if we are doing 70. Sumbitch.

I'm not gonna deny him his conjugal rights, but hacked as I am, he may regret trying to get him some. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

I need ice cream. Nothing like sublimating my emotions with calorie laden comfort food. Where's overeater's anonymous when ya need em?

 

[Bobtoad777]

I got some Rocky road over here KillerMuffin and no Pipe Smoking in the Bedroom

 

[Cheri]

Maybe this calls for a new rule that he and all inhabitants of the house must follow, such as not only hanging up their towels after a shower, but hanging them in such a way to enable them to dry faster and with less chance of a musty smell developing. Or everyone must wash their own dishes after each and every meal to prevent all dishes from piling up.


Or

Becoming long suffering and decide that if this is something he wants, you'll have to endure it. Perhaps to better help him and his new hobby, you could wash out his pipe at the end of the day with Mr. Clean. Then you can hope that the chemicals in it will cause weird fumes everytime he tried to smoke.

Or

If he's normally forgetful hide it somewhere he might put it so that by the time he finds it, maybe it will have lost it's appeal.

 

[CreamyLady]

Hmm. I sympathize, believe me, but I'm trying to figure out how the fact that you bought lifesavers would enable him to buy a pipe . . . the analogy is eluding me.

However, the ice cream sounds like a great idea. Mmm.

 

[KillerMuffin]

StudMuffins have leaps in logic that even I, out there Muffin that I am, simply cannot comprehend. Something about consideration, butter rum, the KC Chiefs, hurt feelings, and an upset stomach. Anyway.

He paid proper homage to my toes in a totally unexpected way about 45 minutes ago and I completely forgave him. Oooh, he just knows what buttons to push. I'm easy, but forgiveness is better than a grudge. Making up is the fun of arguing.

With an ass like that, though, I don't think I could have stayed angry at him for long.

 

[Samuari]

Glad that all is well in the mufin house. Now all you need is a way to air the joint.

 

[Skibum]

Maybe you could use this to get him to buy you that Desert Eagle for Christmas. He either buys you the piece, or gives up the pipe!

 

[Slut_boy]

*gasp in horror* ... and his name is "Stud_boy"

 

[CreamyLady]

I'm not even going to try to equate butter rum with the KC Chiefs.

Skibum's idea is a good one, though. Pipe smoke in the house, as well as the detritus on the carpet, is worth a little something extra in your stocking.

 

[KillerMuffin]

He is only allowed to smoke that thing in one part of the house. HIS bathroom. Yes, he has in own personal bathroom because the stink of his smoking. I can't tolerate it. He is not allowed to smoke in the rest of the house because he is a heavy smoker and for some reason he makes it more filthy than it usually is.

Every once in a while the old "I can't smoke in my house and it isn't right" vs. "I can't have clean air in my house and it isn't right" debate rages. I always win, mostly because I'm not afraid to move out. There are issues I will not compromise on, and this is one of them.

Smoke all ya want, just don't do it around me. I hate the stench of it.