Anybody heard those adverts on the radio?? They're basically advertising the Yaris is a birds motor, which it is really (and I fucking own one). Basically it's a lad's answering machine and he claims that no he doesn't do hypnotherapy or massage or that he isn't some bloke called Raul looking for love and that it's just his bird getting her own back because he got a spot of mud on her car or left an empty burger box on the back seat. At the end it turns out he's a plumber or bricklayer. So she fucks with his livelihood to get her own back for messing her car...aye, nice one. I keep hearing them because I'm stuck on the nightshift with only the radio and ARRSE for company. Problem is that they keep reminding me of the vengefulness of my own missus. She gets her own back all the time with wee things like turning all the mach-heads on my guitars so that they're completely out of tune or the string is about to snap or telling my dad that I wasn't unwell that day he needed me, I was in fact fucking her instead of going round to his to help him paint his living room. She once shook up a bottle of coke before handing it to me during dinner and pissed herself when I ended up covered in it. She does this when I forget to wash the dishes or don't clean the bog after plastering it in shit, the usual nonsense. The worse case was after I had told her dad that she was on the pill (honest mistake, he asked if we planned to have children) and as they're a very Catholic family, she didn't want him to know. It was an honest mistake. For vengance a few days later she put a fuckload of CDs, DVDs and old Xbox games I owned into the wheelie bin when it was due to be collected. It's pretty tame and sadly very petty and childish but I was fucking raging, especially when she admitted to why a week later. Just wondered if anybody else suffers at the hands of their significant others.