Women! One simply can't live with them...

I simply cannot understand my wife. Or 'lucky bitch' as I christened her in our wedding vows (hand written I might add). I'm sleeping in the second spare bedroom again tonight. All because I mentioned that one of my young writers looked like the sort who might be up for a threesome. I'm most befuddled, and annoyed because I have almost no sour cream left and eight of my nachos have so far succeeded in hurting my soft palette. At this rate chewing seems inevitable.