Watching and listening to all the great information coming from Islamic clerics and officials is so enlightening, it’s like bizzaro Discovery Channel, up is down, wrong is right. So here’s the latest instructional points on marriage:

• You can have a marriage contract with a 1yr old
• What age can you have sex with your wife? Well for rational wisdom of course they follow the model set forth by Muhammad, he married a 6yr old but was patient and didn’t have sex with her until she was a full grown 9.
• Marriage(forced) between a 12yr old boy and 11yr old girls is “obviously valid.” I’m not even sure why it was bothered to be discussed. It’s like the interviewer is on another planet where only consenting adults marry…silly man.
• If a single father needs to go on a vacation he should marry off his daughters no matter the age so they are safe. That’s just being practical
• Not all men are ferocious wolves. But apparently all Saudi Marriage Officials are crazy.

See the educational video for yourself.

It’s an all to common story for husbands. Wives breaking everything from cars to laptops. So I started a new blog in attempts to capture pictures, videos, stories from men everywhere who’s wives have broken stuff. You can find the blog here: www.wifedestruction.com . I invite you to submit your own sad stories, vote on others, leave comments making fun of and consoling others and of course subscribe to the feed.

It was the middle of the night and I wake up just enough to realize I have to goto the bathroom. I stumble into the bathroom still half asleep and manage to remember to lift the lid of the toilet. You have to know at this point I’m already ahead of the game, this is looking good so far. I don’t feel the need to turn on any lights of course, I need my sleep.

I prepare myself and let loose. Then I start feeling this piss mist coat my legs. Being in my state of slumber I calmly adjust my aim but everywhere I turn it seems to get worse. I don’t panic nor do I turn on the lights, for heaven sakes keep the lights OFF! I just make my best aiming effort and wait until it’s over. There’s no beading of piss but there’s a nice heavy dew on my legs for sure. I towel off my legs (using my wife’s towel of course) and slip back into bed.

Just another mid-sleep bathroom trip for a man and a funny story to tell the wife after she takes a shower and uses that towel.

If you aren’t sure your chick is going to say yes, you may want to pick a more private, less humiliating venue than half court at a NBA game. I’m sure this was a valuable lesson for this guy and he won’t make this mistake again, at least not with this girl.