"Oh well isn't this just great". "Linda is angry at me and now I have nothing to
eat". Vince looked around the kitchen to see if there was anything he could make.
"Just great I can't cook and there is only chicken here". "What am I going to do?"
He just shook his head and decided to watch the news.
After 20 minutes of the news he heard some noise from upstairs. Vince
started to smile and thought that Linda had forgiven him. Linda walked in the
kitchen still angry and decided to eat something. She looked in the refrigerator and
saw only chicken. "What can I make with this?" She thought and then decided to
make something that would get Vince angry. She grinned evilly and said "chicken
marsla". Linda knew that this was his favorite dish and she started to cook it.
Vince decided to let Linda approach him and stayed on the couch. After a
few minutes he could smell the dish he had smelled so many other times. "Chicken
marsla". Vince smiled and knew that she had forgiven him and was maybe making
a peace offering. Vince finally decided to talk to his wife and apology one finally
time and put the whole fight behind him.
"Linda, I just want to say that I am really sorry for what I said". "It looks as
though you forgive me". "What?" "Yes, you have forgiven me, right?" "No I have
not, I am just making myself something to eat". "Well, why are you making my
favorite meal?" "I don't know I just felt like having chicken marsla". "So, you are
not cooking that for me?" "No I am not, I'm still angry". "Well, what am I going to
eat?" "I have no idea make something". Vince laughed, "Make something". "You
know I can't cook, Linda". "What am I going to starve?" Linda went back towards
the pan of chicken. "I guess so, good this is almost done". "This sure smells really
good". "AHHH damn you, I'm so hungry too you just have to purposelessly make
my favorite meal, didn't you?". "Umm.. I didn't make the meal on purpose I
wanted it".
"Please Linda you don't even like chicken that much". "Who said that?" "No
one, remember we have been married for 36 almost 37 years. Vince holds up his
hand that has the wedding ring on it. "Yes, Vince I know we have been married for
36 years". Linda put the food on a plate and grabbed a soda from the fridge. She
grabbed the food and put it in the other room. Vince thought she walked out on
him again but by his surprise she came back again. "By the way, honey". Vince
started to smile he thought maybe she was going to forgive him. "What, Linda".
"You will not starve, here eat this". Linda shoved a box of frosted flakes infront of
Vince and grinned. Again for the second time of the night Vince heard a door
slam.
"I hate cereal, all it is, is a box of sugar". Vince slammed the box down and could
smell the chicken. "Well it looks like good old Papa Gino's is making dinner
tonight". Vince grabbed the phone book and started to dial the pizza place. "Hi, I
would like to order a large cheese pizza". "Okay, sir, is this pick-up or delivery?"
Vince thought for a minute and then decided to go for a drive. They could never
find the house anyway. "I will pick it up". "Okay a name sir". "Vince". "Okay, it
will be about 20 minutes, sir". Vince hung up the phone.
"Oh great I am so hungry, well it take 20 minutes to get there anyway". Vince just
left not bother to say goodbye to Linda or tell her where he was going. He figured
she would only ignore him anyway. Vince left the house and headed to the Papa
Gino's. Linda heard the front door slam and figured it must have been Vince
leaving. She figured he probably went to get something to eat. She sure as hell
knew he couldn't cook to save his life. Linda felt sorta guilty not giving him any of
the food and then on top of that it was his favorite meal.
She didn't like the meal all that much herself. She only made it to get back at
Vince. Linda thought maybe she should just forgave him. But he had to learn that
she wouldn't always forgive him so easily like in the past. Linda always just shook
things off but she was sick of doing that. Sick of just forgiving Vince so easily.
Vince was driving and thinking about his day. "Well isn't this just great".
"Here I am on a week night going out and getting a pizza". "I should be at home
right now, enjoying chicken marsla". "But no Linda had to be mean and cook the
meal right infront of me and not even offering any of it to me". "You don't see me
cooking prime rib in front of her and not offering her any of it". "Well I can't cook
prime rib but that's besides the point". "Maybe I should go to a local restaurant and
get a prime rib and then eat it right infront of her". "See how she likes someone to
eat her favorite meal infront of her". "Though I don't like the meal all that much".
"Forget it". Vince contuined his way to Papa Gino's.
Finally he saw the sign and was happy to finally arrive to the place. Vince
walked in and approached the counter. "Hi, I order a pizza under the name Vince".
"Oh my God your Vince McMahon from WWE". Vince wasn't really in the mood
right now for fans. He was so hungry and was still angry. Vince just decided to
smile politely. "Yes I am, now may I have my pizza". "Sure here you go". "That
will be 11.99". Vince handed the kid a twenty and said "keep the change". The kid
smiled and thanked Vince and Vince nodded and headed out the door.
"Great, food, I am so hungry". Vince drove a lot quicker this time and he
quickly grabbed his pizza and headed to the living room of the house. He placed
the pizza on the table. Vince opened the box and the smell of pizza hit his nose.
Vince went to the kitchen to grab a drink and a plate and came back. He was
horrified by what he saw. Sitting in the box was only one slice left. "What the
hell?" "There was just a full pizza here". "Next to the box was a note". "Vince, I
hope you enjoy your pizza? Your loving wife Linda". "Why that.." "How could
she eat my pizza?" "I was so hungry too and she knew that". Vince stormed
towards their room like a bull in a china cabinet.
Vince didn't even bother to knock he just walked in. "Did you eat my
pizza?" Linda smiled. "Why would I do such a thing?" "First you make my
favorite meal and eat it, now the pizza I went out to get, you eat". "Is this funny to
you?" "Are you getting enjoyment out of this?" Linda couldn't hold back her
laughs anymore. "Yes actually I am". "Well for the record this is not funny, okay".
"I'm going back out there because I am so angry and hungry". Just as he was about
to leave Linda said "Vince, wait". "What?" "There still is those frosted flakes".
Vince just stormed out as Linda continued to laugh.
Vince went to the kitchen and saw the cereal. "I'm so hungry right now that
those frosted flakes don't look so bad anymore". "I guess it's this or nothing".
Vince hesitantly grabbed the box and poured it into a bowl. "I can't believe I am
actually eating this". "Why do we have this crap anyway?" "Oh that's right, Shane,
it's here for when he comes over". Vince then grabbed the milk and a spoon and
begin to eat. "I can't believe I am actually eating this bowl of sugar people call
breakfast". Linda sat in the room wondering if Vince actually ate the cereal. Linda
decided to sneak out her room and see. She looked quickly and noticed Vince
eating the frosted flakes.
She almost starting laughing but ran back to the room before any laughs
came out. Linda felt guilty again. Maybe it was mean of her to take the pizza too.
Although Vince's face when he confronted her about the pizza was priceless.
Vince finished up the rest of the cereal and put the bowl in the sink. "After this I
must learn how to cook". "I need to start reading cooking for dummies or
something". "I am never going to eat that crap again". "I can't believe people
consider that food". Vince looked over at the couch and remembered that was
where he would be sleeping for the night. He looked at his watch and realized it
was already close to 11. Vince shut all the lights off and laid on the couch and try
to get himself some sleep.
eat". Vince looked around the kitchen to see if there was anything he could make.
"Just great I can't cook and there is only chicken here". "What am I going to do?"
He just shook his head and decided to watch the news.
After 20 minutes of the news he heard some noise from upstairs. Vince
started to smile and thought that Linda had forgiven him. Linda walked in the
kitchen still angry and decided to eat something. She looked in the refrigerator and
saw only chicken. "What can I make with this?" She thought and then decided to
make something that would get Vince angry. She grinned evilly and said "chicken
marsla". Linda knew that this was his favorite dish and she started to cook it.
Vince decided to let Linda approach him and stayed on the couch. After a
few minutes he could smell the dish he had smelled so many other times. "Chicken
marsla". Vince smiled and knew that she had forgiven him and was maybe making
a peace offering. Vince finally decided to talk to his wife and apology one finally
time and put the whole fight behind him.
"Linda, I just want to say that I am really sorry for what I said". "It looks as
though you forgive me". "What?" "Yes, you have forgiven me, right?" "No I have
not, I am just making myself something to eat". "Well, why are you making my
favorite meal?" "I don't know I just felt like having chicken marsla". "So, you are
not cooking that for me?" "No I am not, I'm still angry". "Well, what am I going to
eat?" "I have no idea make something". Vince laughed, "Make something". "You
know I can't cook, Linda". "What am I going to starve?" Linda went back towards
the pan of chicken. "I guess so, good this is almost done". "This sure smells really
good". "AHHH damn you, I'm so hungry too you just have to purposelessly make
my favorite meal, didn't you?". "Umm.. I didn't make the meal on purpose I
wanted it".
"Please Linda you don't even like chicken that much". "Who said that?" "No
one, remember we have been married for 36 almost 37 years. Vince holds up his
hand that has the wedding ring on it. "Yes, Vince I know we have been married for
36 years". Linda put the food on a plate and grabbed a soda from the fridge. She
grabbed the food and put it in the other room. Vince thought she walked out on
him again but by his surprise she came back again. "By the way, honey". Vince
started to smile he thought maybe she was going to forgive him. "What, Linda".
"You will not starve, here eat this". Linda shoved a box of frosted flakes infront of
Vince and grinned. Again for the second time of the night Vince heard a door
slam.
"I hate cereal, all it is, is a box of sugar". Vince slammed the box down and could
smell the chicken. "Well it looks like good old Papa Gino's is making dinner
tonight". Vince grabbed the phone book and started to dial the pizza place. "Hi, I
would like to order a large cheese pizza". "Okay, sir, is this pick-up or delivery?"
Vince thought for a minute and then decided to go for a drive. They could never
find the house anyway. "I will pick it up". "Okay a name sir". "Vince". "Okay, it
will be about 20 minutes, sir". Vince hung up the phone.
"Oh great I am so hungry, well it take 20 minutes to get there anyway". Vince just
left not bother to say goodbye to Linda or tell her where he was going. He figured
she would only ignore him anyway. Vince left the house and headed to the Papa
Gino's. Linda heard the front door slam and figured it must have been Vince
leaving. She figured he probably went to get something to eat. She sure as hell
knew he couldn't cook to save his life. Linda felt sorta guilty not giving him any of
the food and then on top of that it was his favorite meal.
She didn't like the meal all that much herself. She only made it to get back at
Vince. Linda thought maybe she should just forgave him. But he had to learn that
she wouldn't always forgive him so easily like in the past. Linda always just shook
things off but she was sick of doing that. Sick of just forgiving Vince so easily.
Vince was driving and thinking about his day. "Well isn't this just great".
"Here I am on a week night going out and getting a pizza". "I should be at home
right now, enjoying chicken marsla". "But no Linda had to be mean and cook the
meal right infront of me and not even offering any of it to me". "You don't see me
cooking prime rib in front of her and not offering her any of it". "Well I can't cook
prime rib but that's besides the point". "Maybe I should go to a local restaurant and
get a prime rib and then eat it right infront of her". "See how she likes someone to
eat her favorite meal infront of her". "Though I don't like the meal all that much".
"Forget it". Vince contuined his way to Papa Gino's.
Finally he saw the sign and was happy to finally arrive to the place. Vince
walked in and approached the counter. "Hi, I order a pizza under the name Vince".
"Oh my God your Vince McMahon from WWE". Vince wasn't really in the mood
right now for fans. He was so hungry and was still angry. Vince just decided to
smile politely. "Yes I am, now may I have my pizza". "Sure here you go". "That
will be 11.99". Vince handed the kid a twenty and said "keep the change". The kid
smiled and thanked Vince and Vince nodded and headed out the door.
"Great, food, I am so hungry". Vince drove a lot quicker this time and he
quickly grabbed his pizza and headed to the living room of the house. He placed
the pizza on the table. Vince opened the box and the smell of pizza hit his nose.
Vince went to the kitchen to grab a drink and a plate and came back. He was
horrified by what he saw. Sitting in the box was only one slice left. "What the
hell?" "There was just a full pizza here". "Next to the box was a note". "Vince, I
hope you enjoy your pizza? Your loving wife Linda". "Why that.." "How could
she eat my pizza?" "I was so hungry too and she knew that". Vince stormed
towards their room like a bull in a china cabinet.
Vince didn't even bother to knock he just walked in. "Did you eat my
pizza?" Linda smiled. "Why would I do such a thing?" "First you make my
favorite meal and eat it, now the pizza I went out to get, you eat". "Is this funny to
you?" "Are you getting enjoyment out of this?" Linda couldn't hold back her
laughs anymore. "Yes actually I am". "Well for the record this is not funny, okay".
"I'm going back out there because I am so angry and hungry". Just as he was about
to leave Linda said "Vince, wait". "What?" "There still is those frosted flakes".
Vince just stormed out as Linda continued to laugh.
Vince went to the kitchen and saw the cereal. "I'm so hungry right now that
those frosted flakes don't look so bad anymore". "I guess it's this or nothing".
Vince hesitantly grabbed the box and poured it into a bowl. "I can't believe I am
actually eating this". "Why do we have this crap anyway?" "Oh that's right, Shane,
it's here for when he comes over". Vince then grabbed the milk and a spoon and
begin to eat. "I can't believe I am actually eating this bowl of sugar people call
breakfast". Linda sat in the room wondering if Vince actually ate the cereal. Linda
decided to sneak out her room and see. She looked quickly and noticed Vince
eating the frosted flakes.
She almost starting laughing but ran back to the room before any laughs
came out. Linda felt guilty again. Maybe it was mean of her to take the pizza too.
Although Vince's face when he confronted her about the pizza was priceless.
Vince finished up the rest of the cereal and put the bowl in the sink. "After this I
must learn how to cook". "I need to start reading cooking for dummies or
something". "I am never going to eat that crap again". "I can't believe people
consider that food". Vince looked over at the couch and remembered that was
where he would be sleeping for the night. He looked at his watch and realized it
was already close to 11. Vince shut all the lights off and laid on the couch and try
to get himself some sleep.
