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My wife and I used to have a real problem with antiquing.  We'd go antique hunting every waking moment.  

Our house was so full of antiques we could have opened our own antique store.

And we had a problem with strolling.  

My wife and I were strolling everywhere.  Our little strolls were turning into full outings.

Then I discovered big screen televised sports.  

Baseball, football, basketball, NASCAR, hockey, golf - even darts and Texas Hold 'em Poker. 

And don't forget women's beach volleyball. 

And my antiquing and strolling…sort of…stopped.

And my wife…sort of…left me.  For some guy that found Viagra.

Anyone seen my remote?

Comments

Donnie said…
Hahaha. Nicely put. Remember you can always go back to strolling while thinking of having a woman beach volleyball player thrown down on a nineteenth century Victorian bed.
nonamedufus said…
Don: What sports channel is that on? Actually, what sport is that?
J. Bear Savo said…
My wife once asked me to go antiquing. I told her that she was out of her mind. I go antiquing every day. Why would I want to mirror my career activities in leisure time?
nonamedufus said…
John: Good to see you. Makes sense. So what do you and your wife do in your leisure time? (nudge, nudge, wink, wink)
00dozo said…
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00dozo said…
Hmmm....I thought that affliction was caused merely by watching sports, regardless of the size of the screen.
nonamedufus said…
00dozo: Hmmm... I guess mine's bigger than yours.
Leeuna said…
Are you the one who dropped that Viagra all over your blog, Dufus? Oh... here's your remote. You're welcome.
nonamedufus said…
Leeuna: Yay, my remote. Just in time for the girls beach volleyball game!
Try it in high def, as I do. You'll never need a woman, friend or priest again. Now I'm waiting for 3D. I think 3D beach volleyball would be maybe the best thing ever invented.
kylie said…
hi,
i dropped by for theme thursday but this is the post that got my attention.

i have no idea what your circumstances actually are but it reminds me of the time i told myhhusband that if he didnt pay more attention i would be unable to refuse any other offers anybody might make

cheers
nonamedufus said…
Mike: 3D women's beach volleyball? It'll even come with protective eyeglasses.
nonamedufus said…
Kylie: Pay you more attention than sports? Can you send a picture! ;)

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