Quote:
Originally Posted by Flint
Me? Nothin' much. Just sittin' here eatin' my Sushi for lunch.
Yeah, no big deal. It's just that Pooka makes me Sushi for my lunch, that's all.
Yeah. Little stipe of Wasabi down the middle. Rolled tight, rice all seasoned and what-not.
What's that you say? Your wife doesn't make you Sushi for your lunch? I'm sorry to hear that.
Also, unfortunately for you, the greatest woman in the world, ever, is already spoken for.
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I'm on the phone.
[Dials Mrs. Dallas]
Me: You know, Pooka makes sushi for Flint's lunch.
Her: So?
Me: So? Come on dammit, you're my wife. I expect some standards here. And frankly, Pooka is really outclassing you right now.
Her: <snort>
Me: I know you thought those retro glasses you got would be good enough to keep up, but that's wishful thinking I'm afraid. You're going to have to do better.
Her: So... sushi? For your lunch?
Me: Well, that's what Pooka does.
Her: But you fucking hate fish.
Me: Oh . . . . yeah. That's right.
Her: <mumble.. something about a map and finding something>
Me: Well anyway, I'll see you later after work.
Her: OK, seeya. I'm fixing salmon for dinner.