As promised my GB showed up with an 18 pack of commie beer for him and an 18 pack of Bud for me. Mrs. SLB was very cool about this. Ordered us pizzas and everything. Then something changed around beer 13 or so. She "all of a sudden" was mad at me for some reason. GB leaves, I go to bed and she's like a rabid wolverine.
Me: What's the problem?
Mrs. SLB: WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?!! WHAT'S THE PROBLEM??!!
Me: Um, yeah?
Mrs. SLB: The way you talk to me sometimes.
THAT'S the problem.
Me: What did I say?
Mrs. SLB: I came downstairs to talk to you guys and you said "go upstairs, men are talking".
Me: Oh.
Mrs. SLB:
Me: That's just an expression. Like when we were going to the Blues game Saturday and you said something stupid and I told you to shut your whore mouth.
Mrs. SLB:
Then I banged her hard. Actually true.