Ha! Oh my. I know these two. George and Martha. A troubled couple I’m afraid to say. And a total pair of boozehounds. George is an associate history professor and Martha is the daughter of the president of the university. I think they are both afraid of Virginia Woolf. Anyway I was over there with my wife, Honey, last night. In between trying to put the moves on me, Martha spent most of the night tearing George apart.
Martha: “You’re a failure, George. A FLOP! A great...big...fat...FLOP!
George breaks a bottle against the bar...
George: “I said stop, Martha.”
Martha: “I hope that was an empty bottle, George. You don't want to waste good liquor...not on your salary. Not on an Associate Professor's salary!”
It wasn't hard to figure out that Martha wears the "boots" in that household. George obviously had his masculinity taken from him at a very young age and just never got over it.
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11 comments:
Bwahahahaha.......I had to look at these two pictures for a bit before "I got it".
Nice.
I can't stop staring at that first picture.
That's hysterical. Your caption is perfect.
xo
I like the second one better as I never drag the Ball n' Chain with me when I shop. I ain't stupid! ;)
Ha! Oh my. I know these two. George and Martha. A troubled couple I’m afraid to say. And a total pair of boozehounds. George is an associate history professor and Martha is the daughter of the president of the university. I think they are both afraid of Virginia Woolf. Anyway I was over there with my wife, Honey, last night. In between trying to put the moves on me, Martha spent most of the night tearing George apart.
Martha: “You’re a failure, George. A FLOP! A great...big...fat...FLOP!
George breaks a bottle against the bar...
George: “I said stop, Martha.”
Martha: “I hope that was an empty bottle, George. You don't want to waste good liquor...not on your salary. Not on an Associate Professor's salary!”
George: “Our son is dead, Martha!”
Martha: “Screw you, George!”
poor guy looks dog-tired.
Alan is right, YnB. These two are no good. Especially when they're around the hard stuff.
Although I have to admit that Martha does have a keen eye for fashion. In fact, she has these killer pairs of Manolo Blahniks that are to die for.
I swear, they must have cost her a front paw and a back paw...
It wasn't hard to figure out that Martha wears the "boots" in that household. George obviously had his masculinity taken from him at a very young age and just never got over it.
love the bulldog ;-)
Bullheaded - I'm sure I'm not the first one to think that.
That's what happens. One day of a bitch in heat leads to a lifetime of schlepping her purse while she goes shopping.
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