The missus wanted to dance NYE so I fired up the Klipsh/Kenwood system in my play room and we danced, had a couple bottles of Mumms and some chilled Tiger shrimp and a nice fattie I'd procured for the evening. All was going well until the missus, a goof if there ever was one started in on her cockney slut routine and got me laughing so hard I couldn't catch my breath, so naturally I passed out cold.
I damaged my head on another bar stool on the way down to the floor and the poor missus, she thought she'd killed me.
I recovered quickly but the evening was kinda shot after that.....
Whoops. Lucky none of the vital parts got banged....