Strip Monopoly
"You are such an ass," my wife grumped at me as I came into the kitchen for my morning coffee. "Me?" "I'd call you a son-of-a-bitch," she steamed, "but I really like your mother." "What is your problem?" "False pretenses," she snapped. "All right, look," I said somewhat wearily as I took a chair at the kitchen nook table. "You're going to have to explain yourself." Kylie took a seat opposite me, her eyes flashing angrily. "I married you under false pretenses," she stated emphatically. I threw...
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