Why Did I Get Married Too Page #4

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Can you make some of those|famous margaritas, Pat?

Margaritas. Margaritas.

Margarita! Yes!

Okey-dokey.

Oh, man! You dudes are crazy, man, crazy!

I ain't never seen water that clear!

What are you talking about?

-This your first time here?|-Yeah.

The Bahamas are great, man.|It's paradise down here, I'm telling you.

Man, I needed this break.

-Beer?|-Thanks.

You know, I've been watching your show.|Sure looking good, baby!

Thanks, brother. Yeah. You know...

But for every good day I have at work,|I've got to go home and go through hell.

-That's Angela.|-See, why?

She hates the fact that I'm working,

which is crazy, because she was the one|that was always on me

about working and making money.

And now that I am, now she got|a problem with what I'm doing.

No, sir, I do not believe that.

There ain't no black woman complaining|about her man having a job.

I don't care what you say!

-Are you kidding me, man?|-You met Angela.

Well, there's women,|and then there's Angela.

You know something?|I think Angela's got a problem.

-You think?|-You just figuring that out?

Y'all should have seen her|in the airport, man.

I'm telling you, Troy,|it was the most insane thing.

It took us 45 minutes...

Oh, no, two-and-a-half hours to let them|know that she wasn't a terrorist.

Well, the fact is, she was a terrorist.|But the point...

She terrorizes your black ass,|that's what she does!

No, no. I mean... Seriously.

I think Angela argues with me on purpose

just so we can have make-up sex later.

-What's wrong with that?|-Get out of here with that bull!

-On purpose.|-Get out of here with that bull.

No, I'm dead serious. I'm dead serious.

She enjoys being mad at me,

because later the sex is just kind of crazy,|rough, but better.

I bet your ghetto ass be like, "Beat me,|daddy, punch this nipple, punch it!"

And?

He says, "And"!

Let me tell you, I might be able|to help you with that, man.

You let me slap Dianne, Dianne would|knock the hell out of me, man!

She'd call the cops.|"What the hell wrong with you?"

You got to work her into that.

-No, man! No, no, I'm telling you.|-You got to start out with this.

-No, no.|-Just a little bit...

My wife is half-Asian,|she ain't having that, sorry.

The black half might have it,|but the Asian half would lock my ass up.

You know what I've figured out.|After all these years of being married,

I've searched and searched for reasons|and understanding of these women,

I got nothing. Nothing!

You don't even have to look for the|answers sometimes, and you'll find them.

So I don't necessarily agree with|Mr. Man over here.

So, how's it been with you, T?

You been crossing the goal line lately?

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