Years ago, when I first got married, I went on a Bahamas honeymoon ocean cruise with my new wife. During the morning, a lot of passengers would stand on the aft deck and throw scraps of food to the tuna who would follow the ship as long as they could keep up. One day me and my wife decided to join them. To make a long story short, my wife, who was pretty well lathered up with sunscreen, threw some food out to the tuna- and her wedding ring slipped off and went flying out to sea with the scraps. The ring cost eleven thousand bucks! Needless to say, I was ready to strangle her, but I eventually calmed down and forgave her. Fast forward 16 years later and me and the missus decided to take a second honeymoon down to the Bahamas again. One afternoon, we went to one of those native seafood places on one of the islands for lunch, and my wife ordered a tuna fish sandwich. Well, she takes bite out of the sandwich and all of a sudden you hear this loud crunch. She looks down and suddenly this amazed look crosses her face as she realizes she just bit into- her own finger! Oh brother, I was ready to strangle her again. That was the last straw. We were divorced the next day.
That was a long way to go for a groan!