That’s it! I’m ripping up the divorce papers and firing my lawyer; you and I are officially back together! You’re the only one who understands me, and I’ll never let you go again!
Ladies, Ladies, Ladies, let’s be rational about this: neither of you wants to go to the Boom-Boom Room with me several times a day every single day; I would just wear both of you out, so it only makes sense to spread it around a little bit. Each of you has your assigned time slots in the Rand-Man Scheduling app, so as long as you stick to it, this is a win-win for everyone involved. The only question I have is this: which one of you keeps erasing Jane S from the rotation and taking her slot? Grrrrrrrr.
A sure fire way to ruin my lunch is a tomato. Nothing repulses me more than a delicious sandwich that has been ruined, the bread slimy and wet, drenched in tomato snot. Disgusting!