she came in the house yesterday and i was sitting on the couch with my feet kicked up on the ottoman watching TV (still in my work clothes. dress pants and a button up). i guess my piece was on

status because she started asking questions.
her:

did you wear that to work?
me: uh, yeah...
her:

why is your dikk looking like that
me:

like what? *looks down at my dikk. it was sitting there like

*
me:

i didn't know it was looking like that *in my mind, i was saluting my schlong

*
her:

you probably shouldn't wear boxers to work if you are gonna be swinging around like that. i can see your entire print. you can't be walking around a hospital with all the nurses with your shyt on display like that.

me:

you just want some of this dikk. just admit it

her:

i ain't playing! you need to buy some boxer briefs! i mentioned that to you before and you disregarded me! stop wearing boxers to work and having your shyt on display!
me:

are you really upset because of that? i don't even be thinking about my dikk or how it looks when i'm at work. i honestly didn't know it was looking like that.....

her:

you think it's funny and i'm dead ass serious! how would you like it if i walked around the office with no bra (she has GIANT t*ts

). you wouldn't like it one bit!
me: you work from home, so how is that possible?

her: YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!!!
me: OKAY! i'll buy some boxer briefs tomorrow

her: stop looking at me like that!!! you like that shyt and i don't find it funny!
me: okay baby, i'll take care of it tomorrow. now come gimmie kiss...

her: i don't wanna kiss you now. you disregard my feelings and think shyt is funny when i'm serious. *storms out of the living room and out of the house to go and jog without me. (we normally go together)*
me: *still sitting on the couch*

*goes to the bathroom to have a look for myself*
dikk:


me:
she's still mad at me tho....

what did i do wrong? i'm gonna buy some boxer brief drawz after work....