Don't mess with Texas

Let's set the scene. The woman of the house is relaxed, watching television. Her man, also relaxed, watching the same thing decides something better is on. So he changes the channel.

I know, I know, in a world where not making a sandwich = death by microwave, bringing a warm beer = death by one woman firing squad, arguing over the height of James Brown = death, you probably think you know where this is heading. I am pleased to report you are wrong.

She merely changes the channel back, or at least tries to. Which inevitably leads to a fight. And a fun one...in what world do you think you are going to win a fight by biting your opponent on the leg?

But at least it was worth fighting about. I mean, it isn't like they could purchase a SECOND tv and watch different channels at the same time or anything...they must love each other too much to be apart.

Of course, it could be worse...you could be the next guy on the list. You know, the one turning in his Dad for turning on a phone in his name....FIFTEEN years ago? What, did he not know what that device over there was until it made a noise the other day? Now that it rang he knows what it is and needs to get this fixed?

Well, at least they can eat away their troubles. Unless, as the last item on the page reports, their credit card ain't valid and they end up resorting to that classic stand-by, the Dash & Dine. If you have to Dash & Dine an IHOPS, you really have hit rock bottom.