The One Based off the Picture of The Pissed Wife and Broken Car

“Honey, I thought I told you to bring the toolbox with us.”

“No, my dear.  I asked you to fix the car BEFORE we left for our honeymoon—and you said you would.”

“I did!  I fixed the transmission.”

“I asked you to fix the car…”

“I did fix the car!”

“Then why are we stuck God-knows-where-we-are-now with a broken engine?!?”

“I didn’t know the engine was in trouble!”

“Robert, that engine’s been clanking like it was about to fall off for weeks!”

“I told ya—Amanda, that’s because the engine’s old—not because it’s loose!” Robert sighs. 

The young woman clad in the flowing white dress gives Robert a suspicious glare as he grabs the engine to give it a gentle shake—only to burst out laughing when her new husband lets out a terrific shriek and starts dancing around like a madman. 

“It burns!  It burns!  It burns—f**k it burns!!”

“Serves you right!”

“Oh shut up, woman!”  Robert playfully raises his dirty, grimy hands and slowly advances towards Amanda.

“Robert stop it!”

“Come on—I need to wipe this stuff off…”

“Robert—no!”  Amanda swats Robert’s hands away from her dress.  Holding them firmly her husband’s back, she kisses him eagerly. 

“Stuck in the middle of nowhere… got no toolbox to fix the car, got no gas… how long do you think it’ll be before the hotel realizes we’re not coming…?”

“…”

“Robert, don’t tell me that you forgot to book the hotel, too…”