So one night we were sitting around after football season ended and before baseball season began and we were bored.  So my friend and I invented a game called "fantasy wives/girlfriends".  We would draft a "team" of our friends wives and assign points to certain things.  If one got pregnant it would be negative 2 points, if one went out and partied it would be plus 2 points, any negative drama negative 2 points and so on and so on.  We laughed about it and thought it would be fun to play on the side as a joke.  We drafted our "teams" and throughout this spring and summer it brought us alot of entertainment.

Last weekend I got called into the room by my lady and she starts grilling me about what me and the defendant have been up to and our private joke, she knew some of the points system we were using and everything.  I couldn't believe he sold us out.  Now the game is ruined, I'm in the doghouse and some of our guy friends signifcant others think we are pigs.  This whole mess was created because he dropped the ball.  First rule of being a guy, if you get caught doing something you deny deny deny.  He seemed to have gotten soft and sang like a canary.  Retribution must be made!

You are the one that made the game so God damn difficult to keep track of.  I just wanted to keep it simple and award points for slutty outfits, nights out on the town, preggers, and drama.  You kept adding things to the scoring system.  So in order to keep tabs on points awarded I had to create an excel spreadsheet.  I didn't tell her on purpose, my girl was on the computer and I had left it open on the bottom of the screen.

She had me dead to rights I had to tell.  It was all staring at her right in the face, I had no choice dude.