Overheard in the office kitchen:
…I don’t know what I’m going to tell my wife. I lost my ring in the toilet…
the other side of the mountain
difficile est saturam non scribere
Overheard in the office kitchen:
…I don’t know what I’m going to tell my wife. I lost my ring in the toilet…
the other side of the mountain 
If he loved her, he’d have gone in after it. And if she was incredibly hot? Probably face first…
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Wouldn’t reconstructive proctology be easier?
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That is fantastic! 🙂
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That certainly is one way of looking at it.
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No matter which way he looks at it, he’s in a whole lot of shit… 😀
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Hey, they’re in it for better or for worse. This just happens to be the latter.
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Whatever he tells his wife, I hope he uses instructive charts.
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And a note from the doctor.
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LOL It must be Monday because it took me a while. Originally I was thinking “If he loves her, he would have fished it out.”
Now I’m thinking “That must have been one hell of a curry.”
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Adds a new dimension to the statement “With this ring, I thee wed…”, doesn’t it?
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I’m not sure how to take this.
Having lived most of my adult life in London and speaking, I suppose, the dialect of English most commonly associated with that city I would imagine that your co-worker had just had a most intimate same sex encounter amonst the vitrious enamal ware that he now regretted in a matrimonal sense.
Or he dropped his wedding ring down the thunderbox, which is worse.
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Either way, I’m sure he wants to put the whole sordid business behind him.
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He needs to go on the offensive. Flip that shit around. He should tell his wife “Yeah I lost the ring in the toilet and it’s your fault.” She won’t know what to attack first: his losing of the ring or his losing of his mind. Always be on offense, that’s the Tag Larkin way.
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You’re right. Shit flippin’ is definitely called for.
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Ho e he had the sense to call a plumber.
I had a college roommate who lost her engagement ring down the dorm shower drain just a couple of days after she got it.
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None of the plumbers I know are particularly good relationship counsellors.
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How the hell did that happen? Was he playing with it while sitting down? You don’t tell your wife ANYTHING. You go out and buy a new one and “distress” it. She’ll never know.
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Oh really? That sounds like the Voice of Experience to me
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The important question would be, “Before or after you did your dirty little business?”
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Both options are kind of disturbing when you think about it.
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Doesn’t matter, she’s a chick, no matter what you do, you will be wrong
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It sounds like someone needs a hug.
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“… But i did wash my hands!”
?
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“In a manner of speaking…”
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I was going to say “how?”
But I’d rather not know.
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You’re right, it’s better to imagine.
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I’m not sure that all your commenters understood today’s post…. but I get it 😉
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Excellent. I’m just a soul whose intentions are good.
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I don’t even want to know what that’s a euphemism for.
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Not even slightly curious? Bummer.
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I hope it’s just the ring and not the rest of the relationship that’s gone down the toilet.
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Let’s hope Peter Jackson doesn’t try to make a trilogy out of it.
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There’s a first time for everything?
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First!
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I wouldn’t believe him. He’s just telling people to co-rob-or-ate his storey.
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Who would make something like that up?
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A wanker.
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What kind of “ring” are we talking about here … ?
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One ring to rule them all!
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i’ve never known a plumber who chewed his fingernails.
Calm folks, those plumbers.
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