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Originally Posted by montsnmags
SCENE: Late night telly watching. An after after dinner snack of a chocolate bar before us. It's opened, and found to contain, in the inevitable corporate sense of inequity, seven pieces.
Me: I'll have four
The Loved One: Why do you get four?
Me: I'm joking. I'll have three.
The Loved One: Why should you only get three?
[The Loved One requires answers, no matter which side of the bat you play the ball]
Me: Migraine. Less chance.
The Loved One: Well, maybe you shouldn't have any at all, if that's a chance.
Me: I'm willing to take that chance.
[...because I'm a rebel, who likes to live on the edge]
The Loved One: Maybe I'm not
Me: What?
The Loved One: Well, I was hoping to jump your bones in the morning...
Me: Right...
The Loved One: ...and if you have migraine...
Me: ...
Me: So, if I don't have any chocolate, I won't get migraine...?
The Loved One: Correct
Me: ...and if you don't give me any chocolate right now...?
The Loved One: Yeah...
Me: ...how do you rate your chances of jumping my bones in the morning?
The Loved One: ...
The Loved One: I think I can chop one of the pieces in half...
END SCENE
I might have migraine tomorrow, and be in a bad mood. If so, so might someone else be.
Cheers,
Marc
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Definitely one of those Laddy or the Tiger moments...