Dude, You're Going to Hell

This is a picture of the PC we have set up in our family room:

Kelli is always whining about how it's kind of slow and how that one time it erased the only photos we had from our wedding. And then again when it did the same thing with all of Felix's baby pictures. I still say it gets the job done, so long as the job doesn't involve the storing of precious keepsakes.


Here is the sweet custom box I have set up in my mancave (i.e. the only living room in our house, which Kelli is no longer allowed in):

I can still remember the day I ordered it.  Kevin and I were on the phone, and he was telling me about this thing he discovered called Milf porn.  The next thing I knew, I was somehow in the bank taking a second mortgage out on our house.  The important thing is that Kelli eventually stopped crying, and I'm pretty sure it was once she finally understood that it ultimately meant having to do less sharing with her, like I had been trying to explain all along.