My wife and I are currently filming 'The Sixth Sense 2' in my household. And, like most sequels, ours includes lots of guys getting hit in the crotch.
And by 'guys', I mean 'me'.
My wife doesn't have that 'sixth sense' that lets you know when someone is near you. That or she just flails her limbs more than the average person.
So I am in constant danger of a knee to the crotch or an elbow to the face. She headbutts me on a weekly basis. HEADBUTTS! Our household is like a looped episode of America's Funniest Home Videos
She tried to convince me that it is my fault for having a giant nose. Her explanation was that my giant shnoz occupies such a large percentage of the available real estate in any given room, it is somewhat remarkable she is able to avoid punching me directly in the face as often as she does.
But I don't appreciate her attempts at sarcasm.
Because domestic abuse is not a joking matter.
Unless it is guys getting hit in the crotch.
That's always funny.
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OUCH!
And to think of all the money that was wasted on that new Three Stooges movie.
I learned that domestic abuse was no laughing matter when I suggested to my editor that we call my weekly column "Brutalism at Home." She came back with, "How about "At home with Brutalism". That's why she's the editor.
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