taken from a previous QOTW
My wife and I stayed over one night at her friends' house after a nice big boozy dinner. THis was not your crappy student flat - we were all grown up and in nice houses with bought furniture and the like.

I woke in the morning to a pretty frosty reception. Not unknown - my wife doesn't really drink and I drink her share to avoid offending our hosts; with the usual expected consequences. THat morning I recalled how I had a strange dream that I couldn't get into the bed the night - the duvet wouldn't come off. It was all very odd.

She pointed ot the corner of the room from where I had apparently proceeded to pull up their fitted carpet and crawl underneath it to sleep before returning to bed a few hours later on account of the cold.
(Rammer, Thu 14 Feb 2013, 16:20, 4 replies)

So your story is "my wife is a coward"?

( BraynDedd Natasha Kaplinsky's labia majora, Thu 14 Feb 2013, 16:27, closed)

this is exactly the reason I travel with a swiss army knife and carpet kicker tool
(resistanceisfutile, Thu 14 Feb 2013, 17:16, closed)

+n

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 14 Feb 2013, 17:26, closed)

this made me do a lol.

( janet aylia y'all motherfuckers need jesus, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 9:57, closed)