so, my fiance had a headache.. I go get him 3.. of what I thought was Tylenol pm(he asked for 3 of them) ... trying to be nice.. and helpful..

so I come back downstairs with it and he takes it.. a while later I come back up stairs.. and then I realized..

I had just given him 3 fast acting laxatives...

I'm fucking looking at this bottle of laxatives(it's blue and white like the bottle of Tylenol PM... and then I can't help.. but to laugh uncontrollably...

because... he's about to have one hell of a night.. and still have that headache... so I come back downstairs, ask how his head feels... and he says.. I still have a headache.. and my stomach hurts

and I can't stop myself from the laughter

so I have to explain myself... but I can't bring myself to say... I gave you laxatives... so I tell him, I farted upstairs... and it smelled sooo bad.. that I thought I shit myself.. and he's just like... okay, but my head still hurts.. and he wants more Tylenol.. and I'm like..

you can't have more Tylenol.. because it's PM.. and I know you have to be at work at 7 am.. and I don't want you to over sleep.. plus.. that's a lot of Tylenol to be in your system..

at this point I'm just thinking... dude.. you're not getting Tylenol after I just fucked up and gave you laxatives... because cleaning shitty fucking sheets isn't my job. So.. he's like.. can you just get me some more please.. I don't feel good

and I'm thinking... I have to tell him.. I have to! and that's when by the grace of God..

he says he's just going to drink some water and go lay down...

so I'm laying downstairs on the couch while he's trying to get some rest... and all I hear is

and I can't stop the laughing still... my poor fiance. one day I'll tell him.. but it won't be today