My special way of revolting the opposite sex has always been through eating habits. I still remember being twelve years old in the club house at the local country club smearing mayonnaise and ketchup on a hamburger bun with my finger. My boy friends were disturbed. Ahh memories…
But some things never change. Today I pop a sugar cube in my mouth for dessert and Jim looks at me like I just swallowed a mayonegg. It's a look fairly similar to the one he gives me when I follow it up with a drink of pickle juice straight out of the jar.
But what do you think?