Spouses in houses (or apartments, or caravans) can be strange. Take it from me because I have a fair amount of experience, especially in the area of the strange.
My wife and I celebrated our forty-seventh wedding anniversary in October, and every day, because I think we're doing something right, brings revelations and surprises.
For instance, when we first married, I avoided eating chicken as well as rice. My quibble with chicken was I didn't like to pick it up and eat it with my fingers (I liked to eat my fingers separately; I love telling that joke, can you tell?). For her part, she refused to have anything to do with canned corned beef. Wouldn't go near it with a barge pole- contended, not without reason, that it looked like dog food.
Eons have passed, and now I regularly chow down on chicken breast AND rice, while my bride frequently joins me in supping on corned beef with fried eggs (due to illegal immigrants on Joe Biden's secret submarine in the Gulf of America, eggs are now a luxury items. Sorry, take it up with Elmo and douche brigade from DOGE).
However. I draw the line at one of her favorites, SPAM. I cannot abide it or even contemplate consuming it in any form or under any circumstances. She has suggested I am laboring under some alternative facts. Judge for yourself.
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| Giving the SPAM filter a work-out |
Bloody Vikings!
-bill kenny
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