And now, here's the question.

Ola, bitches, good day to you and yours. All right. A guy in France done pooped in his pants.

A guy in France headed out for a road trip with his wife. Now, like any road trip, there's a point where they had to stop and get a little refuel at the gas station.

Now, somehow, dude forgot his wife and he drove off.

And that's not the first time that's happened.

But he drove 200 miles before he reel it.

Two hundred miles.

To put it in perspective, it's 174 miles to go to Portland.

It's 145 miles if you drive up to Vancouver. So imagine.

Damn. You're on a road trip with your spouse. You stop at a gas station. You've driven past

Portland from Seattle before you go. Oh. Oh, crap. Yeah. Anyway, I don't know how you could drive

that far without noticing, but he managed to convince his wife that that was actually the case.

Now, a couple of West Virginia, they had a much different road trip experience.

They were, well, actively having sex while driving, drunk, and a stolen RV.

Say what you want, but I think they know how to party and how to get arrested.

Now, that's the thing about relationships, right?

You endure the good and the bad and you do it together.

For example, a California couple, they stayed in a hotel together and they got, quote,

massacred by bedbugs.

And the bites, they let's see, the bites, they let the rashes, allergic reactions,

scarring, etc, etc.

That was five years ago.

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