INCREDIBLY, ALCOHOL MAY HAVE BEEN INVOLVED
Totally Understandable Canadian Birthday Stabbing Of The Day So Far
Barrie police Sgt. Dan Mafturack said the man asked the woman what she wanted for dinner by saying, "Do you want ham, potatoes and vegetables, or potatoes, vegetables and ham?"
The query apparently upset the woman, who then allegedly grabbed the knife and stabbed her spouse in the chest.
(Thanks to Onterrible)
He obviously forgot to put the ham in a Tiffany's box. Some guys never learn.
Posted by: jug | March 27, 2008 at 10:23 AM
Happy Birthday to you,
I made you ham & veggie stew,
I love you, dear wifey,
Please put down that kn..AAARRGGGLLHH.
Posted by: Punkin | March 27, 2008 at 10:24 AM
Fun couple. I so want to party with them. NOT!
Posted by: Texgal | March 27, 2008 at 10:24 AM
*pictures wife sitting on bench in jail cell rocking back and forth and laughing maniacally while stuffing birthday cake into her mouth.*
Posted by: Punkin | March 27, 2008 at 10:25 AM
Dave, Barrie?
Posted by: Mahatma Kane Jeeves | March 27, 2008 at 10:25 AM
"He was probably being sarcastic."
Ya think? And she had a sharp response for that.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 27, 2008 at 10:27 AM
Amateur. Next time use a machete. That'll learn him.
Posted by: Siouxie | March 27, 2008 at 10:27 AM
*slices piece of cake for Siouxie*
Posted by: Punkin | March 27, 2008 at 10:29 AM
Aw. I love a good love story involving stabbings.
Posted by: Wench Lizzy | March 27, 2008 at 10:30 AM
No! I would not like them with a mouse! I would not like them on a house!
*Stab*
Posted by: Mahatma Kane Jeeves | March 27, 2008 at 10:30 AM
*carries cake to Sioux*
Posted by: Texgal | March 27, 2008 at 10:31 AM
Ah, takes me back to the good old days of TV game shows...
"So, do you want Door Number 1, Door Number 2, or Door Number -- AAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!"
Posted by: Steve Haller | March 27, 2008 at 10:33 AM
Thank you, gals!!
*stuffs face with cake*
Posted by: Siouxie | March 27, 2008 at 10:37 AM
Posted by: Bãrön vønKlýff | March 27, 2008 at 10:52 AM
you can have Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Eggs and Spam, or Spam, Eggs, Spam, Spam, and Spam.
Posted by: Braniff77 | March 27, 2008 at 10:53 AM
GMTA, Annie! Sheesh. Is this any way to be treated on your birthday by a smarta$$ husband?
I'd defend her for free. And he probably didn't give her a present either.
Posted by: Eleanor | March 27, 2008 at 10:55 AM
had the same thought braniff - only without the eggs. i'm having spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, and spam. i love it.
Posted by: queensbee | March 27, 2008 at 11:00 AM
"Thanks for my birthday dinner, honey. Now let me cut your meat for you."
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 27, 2008 at 11:03 AM
Dang it, Braniff77 took my line before I even got here...
Posted by: Kathybear | March 27, 2008 at 11:04 AM
Sarcasm, it turns out, truly is the weapon of the weak.
Posted by: Cheesewiz | March 27, 2008 at 11:13 AM
Cheesewiz, cut the ham, please.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 27, 2008 at 11:28 AM
I don't like Spam! (which is made by Hormel in Minnesota)
Posted by: it's | March 27, 2008 at 11:29 AM
And spam is the wee-pun of the week.
*waves knife @ Hammie's potatoes*
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 27, 2008 at 11:32 AM
Home sweet home
Posted by: Mahatma Kane Jeeves | March 27, 2008 at 11:33 AM
MKJ, maybe after foreclosure for a few folks.
Posted by: Texgal | March 27, 2008 at 11:44 AM
Fist of all, leave me out of this. However, Canadian cuisine has been known to affect a lot of people like that, especially with winter being in its eighth month by now.
Posted by: SpamLamb | March 27, 2008 at 11:44 AM
was the guy actually offering to make dinner?
that'll teach him!
Posted by: insomniac | March 27, 2008 at 11:59 AM
This disproves, once and for all, the statement that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
Posted by: Hammond Rye | March 27, 2008 at 12:14 PM
*Discreetly covers potatoes*
*Waves generous amount of flotsam @ Annie!!!*
Posted by: Hammond Rye | March 27, 2008 at 12:17 PM
Yeah, Hammie. With a knife, you can get to the heart more directly.
Posted by: Bãrön vønKlýff | March 27, 2008 at 12:22 PM
no Hammie, i've found that the way to a mans heart is between the third and fourth ribs with a very sharp implement.
Posted by: wickedwitch | March 27, 2008 at 12:25 PM
*SNORK!* wicked!!
Posted by: Diva | March 27, 2008 at 12:57 PM
*sees Hammie's impressive flotsam*
*WAVES!!!*
Posted by: Siouxie | March 27, 2008 at 12:59 PM
Hammie - you call that a generous amount of flotsam? I'm with wickedwitch - we're holding out for large wads of cash.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 27, 2008 at 12:59 PM
(shhhhhhhh, Annie...I'm trying to make him feel better)
Posted by: Siouxie | March 27, 2008 at 01:05 PM
*Waves birthday cake @ Hammie!!!*
Posted by: Diva | March 27, 2008 at 01:08 PM
Thanks, Siouxie!
Waitaminnit...
Posted by: Hammond Rye | March 27, 2008 at 01:08 PM
*smooch* Hammie ;-)
Posted by: Siouxie | March 27, 2008 at 01:10 PM
-.-; spam or ham... oh the choices i must make....
i'll take....
the chocolate please? with extra chocolate on the side. and chocolate sauce to drink.
screw the meat and veggies.
Posted by: TheEvilAuthoressKchan | March 27, 2008 at 07:19 PM
"Kraft dinner"?? *reminisces fondly about the Barenaked Ladies, a favorite band*
Posted by: Guin | March 27, 2008 at 07:47 PM
Guin--I thought the same thing! We'll just eat more of it.
Posted by: shell | March 28, 2008 at 02:11 AM