The missus came home steaming drunk last night.
“You up for some role play action, babe?” She asked with a wink.
“Not really.” I replied.
“Oh, come on.” She said. “We can act out ANY scene, from ANY film you want.”
Walking over to her with a huge smile on my face, I noticed her expression change. She had realised her mistake, however it was too late. Where I had previously seen arousal in her eyes, I now saw only blind terror.
As I shouted “THIS… IS… SPARTA!” and kicked her down the stairs.
