The day started out just like any morning. I woke up, checked my mail and then I headed off to the shower. It was then that things started to bad.

“Honeyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!” I screamed from the bedroom.

“What?!” my wife poked her head through the doorway to find me holding and staring at my shampoo bottle and my deodorant stick.

“They went too far this time! Too fucking far,” I said while shaking my hands at her.

“Who did?”

“Look at this!” I told her, as I handed over my shampoo bottle and my deodorant stick.

“Okay. Why am I holding your shampoo and your deodorant?”

“Don’t you see woman?! THEY’RE BOTH EMPTY!”

“So?”

“AT THE SAME TIME!?!?”

*SIGH* “Do you have a point? Because the chicken’s burning.”

“Fuck the chicken! And no, I’m not talking about what I did last Christmas. I was drunk dammit, drop it! I mean the neighbors emptied my shampoo and used up my deodorant stick! Once again, our neighbors have slapped our faces with the gauntlet of un-awesomeness.”

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