Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Dramatic Pause

"Darling...I must beseech you...can you please not eat your eggs quite so splashily at breakfast? It causes a turn in my stomach."

"I don't know what you're talking about, dearest. I gag at your digestive attempts. It seems that your colon is overacting."

"Sweet love, I cannot stand the stench of your perfume. It reeks of the rectal glands of the common skunk."

"I know not of which you speak, Precious, for the stench of your own rectal glands causes my ocular ducts to secrete sweet tears of wretchedness."

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