When I got home last night the house was a mess, there was no tea made and my missus was lying on the settee.
“My feet are killing me” she moaned.
How I laughed at the irony as I kicked her to death.
When I got home last night the house was a mess, there was no tea made and my missus was lying on the settee.
“My feet are killing me” she moaned.
How I laughed at the irony as I kicked her to death.