My little lady often asks me to buy some cooked food for her to eat and every time the same result, she hates every type of food I buy her. So one sunday morning, wife still resting in bed, I head for the market.
I looked through all the stalls first, looking for the most obnoxious/smelly/shitty looking food I could find
and I spied one dish that almost made me puke. So thinks I this is make or break for me and bought some.
Holding said dish downwind of my nose I head off home. My wife is awake and cleaning the kitchen by now. I put the food down and head off for the toilet to avoid the screams and shrieks, not to mention the possible sound of breaking plates and cups.
She screamed WHAT WHAT WHAT THE???? I came out of the toilet with head bowed expecting to get slapped, but no, she said you finally understand me
I said do you mind switching the extractor fan on and opening the window, she sure darling, are you hot? I said very hot thanks
"I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend, if you have one
- George Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill.
"Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second ... if there is one
- Winston Churchill, in response.