tres: My wife is a man...what the hell is this....

[commie_island]

[Sob he doesn't know how to filter the phones so....everyone have a Cuban who's really just having a long day ] 
......

Just when I thought this place couldn't get any stranger....

[there may be a pause...]

Why is my wife a man?

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[mr_blandy_bland]

[Not gonna laugh. Nope. Just going to be very confused.]

I'm...sorry to hear that, Mr. Cuba.

[commie_island]

......

It makes no sense!

[mr_blandy_bland]

M-maybe it's just some cruel joke. Maybe when you wake up tomorrow he'll be gone.

[commie_island]

Maybe....

Those pictures are creepy though....there's one where he's pregnent!

[mr_blandy_bland]

[Totally not muting a laugh with that one.]

[commie_island]

I can hear you!

[mr_blandy_bland]

Ah...sorry, Mr. Cuba, but it's kind of funny.

[commie_island]

It's just creepy...

I have a wedding photo with a guy in a dress!

[mr_blandy_bland]

You could try burning the pictures. Then he can just be as a housemate.

[commie_island]

......

[there is a pause as anger defuses...]

Good idea.

[mr_blandy_bland]

Though...the pictures could come back.

Um...what about just covering them up with something else and burying the photo albums?

[commie_island]

I'll burn em' first and see what happens.

Great idea Mattie!

Why don't we go get some icecream.

[Please save him from the house of insanity Canada]

[mr_blandy_bland]

It is? [It was just off the top of his head.]

Sure, why not. It's been a while.

[commie_island]

Yeah! I'll ask him about them when we get back.

[He wasn't really thinking logically. There was a picture of a man pregnent...it was messing with his head.]

So, where do you live? I'll come around and get you.

[mr_blandy_bland]

[If anything like that happened to him, he wouldn't be thinking logically either.]

I'm at 1448 Mitchell Rd.

[commie_island]

Great! I'll be there in a few.

[And there will be pounding on your door in a while]