26 September 2010

Onions

On the sofa with my wife last
night:
Me: Honey, you remind me
of an onion.
Wife: Because I have so many
layers to my personality?
Me: No...
Wife: Oh, OK, something
stupid like you'll cry when
you slice me up?
Me: No...
Wife: OK, OK, you'd prefer it
if I was battered?
Me: No...
Wife: You either love me or
hate me? I'm good in small
doses? I can be
overpowering?...
Me: No...
Wife: Oh, alright, why then?
Me: You smell of onion.

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