Don’t we all 
Not me, I’ve never met Rob’s wife.
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They deserve it.
I know and then they play on it. It’s not a weakness, it’s appreciation.
I’m going to spoil her tomorrow. I’m going to get some Prosecco from the Co-op. Maybe even out of the chiller if she plays her cards right tomorrow morning 
BJ could be back on
Go nuts and grab some flowers at the petrol station too, posisbly some Castrol - women love Castrol 
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The flowers at the side of the road tend to be better than those at the garage and they are free, and usually have a nice card
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Shame you can’t get these anymore
Can you imagine, a whole box of chocolates in a bar!
Luxury 
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I vaguely remember those. Usually displayed next to the bunches of dying roses at the Esso station.
The seed of many a post-anniversary divorce, no doubt - which may explain their consignment to confectionary history.
x4 years later, no signs of yielding yet… May up the game and try it outdoors to spice things up a bit.
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Please report back on the conniptions that ensue.
The missus laughed her head off at that and then sternly told me to not get any ideas.
Mean while I was thinking of the Chinook look
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I definitely still lift my leg to fart, making sure I am pointed in the general direction of the wife. She’s a huge fan, obviously.
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Explains the spasms
That’s where you’re going wrong, Ann hates it if I fart in her general direction, but If I cock the opposite leg, she quite often giggles…and the ensuing miasma will reach her anyway - just takes a little longer 
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And I thought chivalry was dead 
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: I say, do you mind not farting in front of my wife?
: I am very sorry I didn’t realise it was her turn
(I am here all week)
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A timeless classic.
Not sure if strapline or mission statement?
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