Night On The Town

As Roger and Francine enjoyed a delightful night chock full of Gilbert and Sullivan frivolity, Francine's husband sat at home, wondering in vain when his goddamn veal and kidney pie would be served.

"To hell with him," thought Francine with a sniff, as Yum-Yum's aria soared through the music hall. "He knows damn well they serve it at the brothel. God knows I've seen enough of it dribbled on his collar when he stumbles in drunk and syphilitic."

Roger leaned in and whispered that Gilbert and Sullivan made him amorous. Francine smiled.