My wife is a jaracaca! She attacks on sight! wailed John. If ever there was a worst creature, then its her. Greg took a sip of his vodka, smiled and said, look, your wife is a saint compared to mine. Sometime am meant to believe she 's a descendant of Ares, the greek god of war or she 's lucifer's orderly. She once wired the bath tub and i got shocked so much that my spirit got spine injury, why? Simply because i was 10 seconds late for dinner! 10 freaking seconds! And the daughter of a see turtle almost sent me to my maker, served as a toasted bread!
John gasped.
She once added glue to my hair lotion and i had to go to work with my hairs on edge like a toilet brush!
John gasped!
She once locked me out on a raining day and my neighbour , seeing me crouched among the flowers had to call the animal support service thinking it was a stray pit bull!
No!!! John screamed.
I believe even the devil got is appointment letter from your wife said John.
The hell he did, Greg replied