Late last night, I’m on the net in my computer room in the dark when suddenly The Sicilian walks in and stares at me with that icy look that tells me I’m dead meat.
“It’s after midnight. Are you talking to your BOYFRIENDS?”
“No dear, I’m just looking at the circuit layout pics of my various Schiit toys,” I sheepishly reply.
She comes over to look at the screen.
“Porn AGAIN? That’s it, I’ve had enough of this Schiit! It’s over!!! Don’t say I didn’t warned you, you jerk!!!!”
She turns and slams out of the room.
I end up sleeping alone.
This morning I wake up to a terrifying scene:
Never EVER cross The Sicilian.
