Three tomatoes are walking down the street, poppa tomato, momma tomato and baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging behind and poppa tomato gets really angry. Goes back and squishes him and says, “Ketchup.”
A husband being protective of his wife is one thing. A husband almost killing another man for touching his wife’s feet is something else.
Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it’s necessary to yak about bull**** in order to be comfortable?