I never wanted to hurt anyone! I feel so used!
Last week, fifty-year-old Larry Spurling of Melbeta, Nebraska, was beyond angry at his wife. Using logic worthy of George Wickham, Larry said that she made him live in the country, and he was bored “since there is no place to walk.” Excuse me, Larry, but DUH! You are in the country, which is by definition, the best place to walk, and if you had been my husband, I would certainly have told you to take a hike.
Larry’s wife, obviously the brains of the family (not a characteristic which Lydia could claim), abandoned the argument and went to their bedroom with a sandwich. Sounds odd to me, but perhaps the sandwich was better company than her husband. The husband, drunk on a malt liquor called (I’m not making this up) Natty Daddy, followed her, pulled her hair, pushed her down on the bed, and (release that breath you’ve been holding) stuffed the sandwich in her face. The man assaulted his wife with a sandwich!
His wife, again the grown-up in the room (definitely not a Lydia), called 911, and the police arrived to find lunch meat (Salami? Bologna? Inquiring minds want to know!) and bread crumbs littering the room. The husband (still a Wickham) was outside, face down in the grass, about ten feet from the house. I have no picture of the assault because the assaultee had already washed the remaining evidence from her face.
Larry pleaded no contest to disturbing the peace and was sentenced to five days in jail.
I hope that sandwiches are not on the menu.
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! You have got to be kidding me??? WOW, What a JERK!!!! I hope she leaves him and HIS SANDWICH!!!! Why do men always want us to make them sandwiches?
She left him face down on the lawn and called 911. I think it’s safe to say that the magic has left the marriage. lol
ohh wow!!! LOL
Makes my past disagreements with my husband look absolutely tame.
Believe me, I am not siding w/”Mr Wickham” here, no siree, but I live in the country and because of the higher speed limits and the absence of a shoulder or sidewalks, sometimes the country really is not the best place for walking. I have lamented that often…. but still, the guy’s a nut!! Even Wickham would carry his point more charmingly!
cheers! ~ annieransom
Bwahaha! I was thinking about walking across fields or down dirt roads in the country. I wouldn’t walk along the side of the highway. Too many drunk drivers. A person could end up as roadkill.
Thanks for commenting, annieransom.
Obviously he was wrong about no place to walk. Well, I guess he likely staggered to the place he fell. Staggering is a form of walking.
Many years ago my son threw a raisin or a marshmallow (accounts differ on the material, the size is agreed upon) at his younger sister. You should have heard the hollowing. I’m sure if there had been a phone available, she would have called 911.
I still don’t keep either of these dangerous items in the house.
I actually chortled. You crack me up, Susan. I must rid my home of dangerous raisins and marshmallows immediately.
Maybe things will change after I’m gone, but this particular exchange between them still gets their feathers ruffled. She insists it was extraordinary painful and he laughs. Which makes her even madder. Kids!
I assume that there are no raisins or marshmallows at your house, then. ; )
Just goes to show that truth really is stranger than fiction.
I didn’t know that people in Nebraska were as crazy as people in South Carolina, but this is proof positive. There’s just no cure for stupid.
One thing we know for sure — if this had happened in South Carolina, it would have been a ba-lon-nee sammich with Duke’s mayonnaise. And she would have thrown her tea (sweet and iced) at him when he attacked her.
Doggone straight. Make that fried bo-lon-nee.
So, if it had been a club sandwich, with more “weaponry”, would it have been a felony? And if it had been a HOT sandwich, might it have gotten him more counts, maybe even three strikes? “I’m in for whacking my wife with a turkey and tomato panini.” Would slaw or fries bring extra counts of cruelty? This has a lot of potential.
I really am laughing out loud, Susan. I see a one-shot in this at least.
There was a Twilight Zone in Which Babara Bel Geddes (Miss Elly on the original “Dallas”) played a pregnant woman married to an abusive man. She clocked him with a frozen leg of lamb and when the police came to investigate the murder, she served it up to them medium well with plenty of mint jelly.
I’m wondering if vegetarians are at a disadvantage in these Felonious Food Fights.
I think you may have a point. A watermelon could do some damage, but it wouldn’t kill anyone.
I don’t know … dropped from the right height and at the right angle a broken neck could do the trick. I wonder if you buy a set of sights for a watermelon?
No idea, but “Death By Fruit” is a great title. lol
“Melon to Melon, When Fives Servings is Too Much.”
“Fruit Fly Over”
I am making the most unladylike sounds reading your posts, Susan and Gayle. “Honeydew Becomes Honey, Don’t!”
Seasons of life and the growing season keep lovers apart in the award winning new novel by Casaba Me’lone, “We Cateloupe Until the Picking is Done.” At independent bookstores and garden centers everywhere.
Bwahahaha! And the wit flowed long.
Gives “The Grapes of Wrath” an entirely different meaning.
ROFLOL
Lettuce take care of business.
“Squashed”
Y’all are ripe with laughter here! The WKRP episode where they tossed live turkeys out of the plane on Thanksgiving comes to mind, not knowing that turkeys can’t fly. “Oh the inhumanity!” to quote Les Nessman.
Seems to me that there’s a reason Larry’s wife (soon to be ex – fingers crossed) is keeping him in the country. Would this have turned out differently had he had his own sandwich?
That’s one of my favorite TV episodes of all time, Terry! It was brilliant!
He needed a grilled cheese – grilled on his face.
You can keep the bo-lo-nee but I miss Duke’s mayo! Lol It’s hard to find here in KY. I always bring some home w/ me when I go to SC.
If my husband had done this to me, the police would’ve had to do a cavity search to recover the evidence
We need to mail you some Duke’s, Monica. It’s cruel and unusual punishment to be forced to live without it.
I wonder if there’s a noticeable difference in the damage done by a six-inch as opposed to a foot-long sub?
I don’t know. Why don’t we ask Monica if that would figure into the cavity search. lol
Oh. My. Word. What I missed in staying off-line is a lot!
Thanks for the laughs, friends. Made my afternoon, these comments did.
You snooze, you lose. Come up for air and laugh with us every few days. You are definitely overworked, Laura.
A merry heart does good like medicine.
“The Melon Choleric Killer.” Just had to add one more.