re: #210 wrenchwench

I had an uncle who was so freaking jealous over his wife he made her change out of a blouse that was cut like a workshirt and was dark-colored and completely opaque. She had the next-to-the-top button closed, too. You could see her clavicle, though.

He died very young in a drunken street motorcycle race. She lived happily ever after, I think. I mean, she loved him and mourned him, but was nonetheless freed.

Racing a motorcycle while drunk is stupid. If done without a helmet, it’s a Darwin Award nomination.