It was about two weeks ago, I had reached the point with my girlfriend where I was forced to throw in the towel.
Well I had to; she insisted on walking around town not bothering to use a tampax like most women do.
Whatโs the difference between a snarling Rottweiler sinking its teeth into next doorโs cat, and my wife complaining about me chatting up the barmaid at our local?
The Rottweiler will eventually let it go.