ehcine – n. a husband that makes it a requirement to try on any new hat before his wife buys it

Tags: ehcine, hat, husband, noun, wife

“I have no doubt he loves you because he has chosen you to be his life, and special partner, and wife, for the rest of his life.”

- the preacher dude in a wedding video davepoobond is editing

Tags: life, love, video, wedding, wife

Tagged People: davepoobond

“This is a sad day indeed!” I’ll always remember those words.

It was a hot summer day and the carnival was in town once again. Nevermind the silly little rides that the majority of the youth would waste their time with. I was there for one reason: the event that made yokels from miles ’round gather to witness. The challenge of the champions, the fight of the fatsos, the battle of the bulge! That’s right, the famed pie-eating contest.

This was the time of year all of the wives of the manly men of the town would spend many a night concocting an alluring assortment of delightfully delicious delicacies that dwelled in the darkest dreams of the obese competitors even weeks before the event. One of these wives, Mary Anne Truckstop, was the loving wife of Darryl Truckstop, the longest reigning pie eating champion in all of town. Each year Mary Anne would try to create a new, innovative kind of pie. One year she made a lard, apple, and aloe pie, but no one liked it! Another year she made a pot pie, except it really was made of pieces of broken pots, and no one liked it either! One year she thought she had really hit the spot. She didn’t hit the spot, though, but at least she made a spot on the livers of all who ate the pies.

This year Darryl was really pressuring Mary Anne to make the most fantastic pie recipe the town, and possibly the county, had ever known. Whenever she resisted he denied her of her rocking chair privileges and sent her to bed without dinner, so she started experimenting with every possible ingredient she could find to impress the public and, most of all, her precious Darryl.

On the day of the contest, as I was on my way to the carnival in my Geo Metro Convertible Custom, the DJ interrupted my favorite song to announce that Mary Anne would not be attending the fair. My heart sank, my blood boiled, my timing belt snapped. Thankfully I had just arrived at the Carnival. I listened to the rest of Blue Man Group’s “Drumbone,” then headed to the event with sour lips and sour expectations.

As I stood, waiting for the event to start, an angry and disappointed Darryl took a seat behind the pie table. He was the last to arrive. Others at the competition were “Big” Bill Owens, “Plopping” Harley Banks, and Don Reed aka “Popsicle Eyebrows.” The gentlemen cracked their knuckles and adjusted their belts accordingly. It was obvious that the men hadn’t eaten in a while, as the sound of their rumble was overwhelming to the point of deafening if you didn’t have your mouth open. At last, the contest began! The wives of most of the men participating slid their pies across the table. The men grabbed the pies and started devouring with no hesitation. Something strange was happening: Darryl was in last place! No matter how much pie he shoved into his mouth with his meaty hooks, he was still a crust behind. “This is a sad day indeed!” shouted my just-arriving dad whom I’d forgotten to bring with me.

It was down to the last ten seconds. Darryl had drifted further and further behind. At the eight second mark, all of the viewers saw something for the first time. Darryl just stopped chewing. He closed his eyes and began to cry, the pie filling foaming out of his mouth. At the three second mark, four brown and gray pies slid across the table. Darryl decided to give it one last shot and began to consume the pie. Metal crunched, twigs snapped, and paint ran inside the mouths of the men. All of the men except Darryl began to puke hard, spilling a rainbow of different colored filling. Darryl stood strong, stuffing all of the remaining pies down his throat.

The time was up. It was time to make the big decision. As the judges finished their tallies, it was come to the decision that Darryl had still only come in second. The winner was Bill Owens. The crowd booed loudly and started throwing their money until they realized what they were doing. Bill Owens waddled over to the man holding the trophy and raised it high. The sudden change of elevation from standing up began to take its toll on Bill. He threw the trophy to the ground and began hurling into the gas tank of a John Deere nearby. The judges re-tallied how many pies Bill had actually digested and ruled Darryl as the winner once again! The crowd roared with applause and cheerful laughter. Darryl knew that the only reason he won was because of the terrible pies that were given to them near the end. He had always had an iron stomach because of his wife’s cooking. He picked up the trophy and glanced over to see Mary Anne clapping for him. He handed her the trophy. “Here you go, honey…you deserve to hold it until we get home” he admitted. The two hugged and all was good.

This town doesn’t have much of a history, but one memory that will always live on is the legend of Darryl and Mary Anne Truckstop. Even though he got lost traveling to an out-of-county tree sale next week and was never heard of again, the track record of Darryl will never be forgotten.

THE END

Tags: pies, puking, wife

Tagged People: Blue Man Group, John Deere

After his wife had a baby, Michael Jackson asked the doctor when it would be OK to have sex again.

The doctor told him he should wait until the kid was at least 12 or 13 years old.

Tags: baby, doctor, sex, wife

Tagged People: killab, Michael Jackson

cuckold – n. a man whose wife has been unfaithful

;} the act of cheating on a spouse.

Tags: cuckold, noun, wife

chaste sex – n. sexual intercourse between husband and wife after marriage.

Tags: chaste sex, husband, noun, sex, wife

adelphogamy – n. a type of marriage in which brothers share their wives

Tags: adelphogamy, brother, marriage, noun, wife

“Give a man a fish…
…and he will smell like his wife for a day.”

Tags: fish, wife

Tagged People: Matt Sussman

While going through his wife’s dresser drawers, a farmer discovered three soybeans and an envelope containing $30 in cash. The farmer confronted his wife, and when asked about the curious items, she confessed:

“Over the years, I haven’t been completely faithful to you.”

“When I did fool around, I put a soybean in the drawer to remind myself of my indiscretion,” she explained.

The farmer admitted that he had not always been faithful either, and therefore, was inclined to forgive and forget a few moments of weakness in his wife.

“I’m curious though,” he said, “Where did the thirty dollars come from?”

“Oh that, ” his wife replied, “Well, when soybeans hit ten dollars a bushel, I sold out!”

Tags: farmer, husband, marriage, money, soy, wife

Tagged People: Matt Sussman

Husband: “Uh oh, Blackout.”

Wife: “I’ll get the wine!”

- from the radio

Tags: electricity, husband, radio, wife, wine

“My wife, mom, daughters and my sister are all getting these magnificent long-stemmed roses from me for Christmas. And Ghirardelli chocolates, of course!”

- from a spam e-mail

Tags: chocolate, Christmas, daughter, mother, rose, spam, wife

A man is having an affair with his wife and decides to stay round his new found lovers house for the night.  They decide to have an all nighter.

In the morning the lover decides to ask the man how is he going to explain his absence.  He tells her to go outside and rub his shoes on the grass.  The woman does it, but is confused.

When he goes back to his own house, the wife asks “Where have you been?”

The man replies “I’m sorry but I’m having an affair with you.”

The woman looks down at his shoes and says, “You liar, you’ve been out playing golf all night!”

Tags: golf, marriage, wife

Tagged People: TreDeef

Q: What sounds better the more you beat it?

A: My wife, cause she shuts the fuck up.

Tags: A DPB Tag, wife

For an assignment, davepoobond was supposed to create an “advertising tagline” for an image similar to the following.

“Now you don’t have to deal with your wife’s bullshit.”

- davepoobond

Tags: A DPB Tag, bullshit, dog, running, sun, wife

Tagged People: davepoobond

National Realize-The-Romance-You-Have-Isn’t-Going-To-Work-Out-And-Move-On Day – n. a holiday that occurs on January 2nd

Tags: boyfriend, girlfriend, holiday, holiday stuff, husband, January, National Realize-The-Romance-You-Have-Isn't-Going-To-Work-Out-And-Move-On Day, wife