I have a story I'd like to share with all of you. I promise you it's true and it's funnier than anything I could have created. It has all the prerequisites for a humorus story, Budwieser, power tools, and a lack of spousal supervision
I have a friend, let's call him Roger. Roger's wife had left him home alone on his day off from work to do the families grocery shopping. This was a grievous error on her part as most wives will tell you husbands and small children should never be left unattended. Roger was attempting to come up with something he could do one handed, as he had every intention of keeping a cold frosty Bud in the other hand all day. He knew he would be facing the inevitable "What have you been doing all day" question, and he was sure he had the answer. He remembered his bride had complained about an ant infestation and he was sure he was more than up to the task. He was in the process of spreading some ant insecticide around the perimiter of his home when he recalled seeing the pesky vermin sharing his wife's kitchen.
Being the loving and devoted husband that he is he soon found himself in the kitchen with a fresh Bud (He was close to the fridge)and a liberal pile of ant powder on the floor right in front of the cabinets. He was in a quandry as to how he was going to get to stuff beneath the open void under the cabinets as he was convinced this area was being exploited by the offending critters. Scratching his head he soon came up with the answer, and after a brief visit to the tool shed, there he was, Bud in one hand, Leaf blower in the other, just seconds away from vanquishing his foe.
Needless to say the leaf blower was more than up to the task at hand and the area under the cabinets was soon covered with a even coating of the insecticide. So were the interior of the cabinets, the exterior of the cabinets, the counter tops, the stove top, the oven. and a few of Roger's internal organs.
Soon afterwords, (Too soon for our poor hero to hide the evidence) Mrs Roger had returned from the store, a large quantity of shopping bags in tow.
The answer to the question that had prompted this activity was painfully evident to her unbelieving eyes. (Which soon started to burn slightly)
