Background- For work, DH has to wear these trousers that are tight fitting and flat shaped at the front which makes him look like he has no crotch. I named them "the small penis trousers" and refer to them as this all the time. There are items of my clothing he has named such as "the big tit top" and "the despicable me jeans".
Anyway this morning he's racing around trying to find his trousers for work and can't find them. He shouts at me asking where there are. I ask what exactly he's looking for so he shouts "my small penis trousers!". Obviously I fall about laughing and he gets really angry and says I'm making him late for work "messing around".
He's just got in from work and said he was late for work and is blaming me!! Surely it's his job to get his stuff ready before work and not mine?! I'd never dream of expecting someone else to sort out my clothes for work.