Talk:Hellhound/@comment-4407082-20150318213144/@comment-26219553-20150319010730

She calmly listened to my drunken outburst, seemingly more amused than anything, and after giving me a slow, deliberate once-over, quietly said "Okay. I can see that you've been drinking, and you're not entirely in control of your words right now, so I'm going to give you one chance to rescind that statement. One chance. Or..."... at this, a grin slowly crept across her face, setting off warning bells in the last bastion of sobriety in my brain... "I'll have to spend all week re-educating you on our marrige dynamics. As many times as it takes."

Now, any sane/sober person would probably take that as a cue to STFU, apologise, and snuggle up with her into dreamland/sexytimes.

At that point, I was neither of those things.

It is now a week later.

I fear that this dull aching sensation in my pelvis will not disappear until month's end.

(P.S. First post done (Sorry for the length)! Hey, everyone! Heard about this through MGQ, and this wiki is friggin' awesome so far! Hope to make some friends here down the road, and maybe try my hand at the occult rituals of "arpee" and "fanfeek". Peace!)