"The Toe Dilemma"

My new-wife is very strange...

You see, she's a hippie totally into The Grateful Dead and psychedelic artwork so when I asked her for her hand in marriage I proposed with a toe-ring... A TOE RING, one for her, one for me, and sure enough after YEARS of being married and enjoying designer-cuisine, at Worcester's finest restaurants, her toe-ring, our marriage-ring, got stuck on her middle-toe—after eating all of the best food at a great seafood restaurant near us in Worcester—The Sole Proprietor (www.thesole.com)

So I took her to a foot doctor to have the doctor remove it with all of his fine, "technical" foot-tools and lubricants and stuff... So my wife and I are at this Podiatrist's office and he's really prying and pulling and stretching out my wife's toe, and it was thundering and raining out—PRETTY HARD—there was a violent storm going on outside !!!!!!!

We were in the office and my wife was squeamish with the pain of the ring being pulled off, and I'm like "Hold on hunny just a little longer, bite your lip or something, you know, grit your teeth and let the man "man-handle" you... And when the rain was at its strongest, beating down on the roof, and my wife was at her limit—when A HUGE STRIKE OF LIGHTNING HIT THE BUILDING—the podiatrist put some oomph into his equation of pulling and prying and HE GOT IT OFF !!!!!!!

Her toe ring needed to be re-sized...