Umm, hey Pat, uummmm... I have some bad news.... we got a bit carried away with the swing.
A section of drywall has fallen out of the ceiling... (your wife is one vigorous woman!)... I stepped on one of the cats.
The candles we put out for our romatic morning have caught the drapes on fire and the other cat is missing.... something smells distinctly of burnt hair in your bedroom though??????
Your wife also has some bizarre hot wax fetish.... ouch! My weiner now looks like a shrivelled hot red pepper... you know, the torpedoe kind!!
The police heard my screaming and kicked in the front door. I think they arrested your wife for bestiality due to the fuzzy raccoon costume she has me wearing! I couldn't explain anything due to the ball gag.
I'm still here, the fire is out but I can't find the remote and .... do you have any money stashed anywhere? There isn't any beer in the fridge.