Five apple martinis and she wants to dance with the stars.
That's funny. When my wife drinks red bull and vodka she wants to beat the s#*$ out of me. When she drinks martinis she wants to beat the s#*$ out of me. When she drinks Gatorade . . .
One beer, and she turned in to satan spawn.
And no kiss for a week. Thankfully the FDA is here to save future generations from drinking things that are just not... nice...
I’m lucky, my wife just gets really mellow. Doesn’t matter what she drinks, she just mellows out or starts giggling. I say I’m lucky because my wife also just so happens to be a Marine and really could kick my ass if she were to be an angry drunk.