It's called a joke, Get it? Beleive it or not, I lived on my own before I moved in with you. You married a pussy if tires are considered a lame gift. I bought it because I know you wouldn't wear it and you dont need to be spreading pharamones around anywhere except in our bedroom. I've seen you drive with your knee, brake way too late on a regular basis, get more involved in conversation than you are with the road, and try and put on make up while driving. Excuse me if I feel my driving is a tad bit better. OK. If I burn the burgers, dont say shit. Eat that charred hunk of leather and smile. I need to know two things when buying clothes: pant measurements and shirt size. Unless I'm getting a fitted suit, clothes are clothes. I dont care if my jeans make my butt look big. When you start proving me wrong I'll stop seeming like I know it all. Is this permission to lie to you? If you want to do the bread winner/house taker sort of relationship I damn sure will. You'd get one if you ever got a real job.