Slightly different wording

but amusing enough, nonetheless.

Was out with the other half a couple of days ago and suddenly, out of the blue, a question pops into my head. I turn to the byrd and says 'Can you answer me something?'

Oo golly, thinks she. We'd been having something of a debate (we don't argue about couple stuff, just foolish petty things like the nature of truth, the limits of radical feminism and the intelect of anyone that joins the army). I'd been thinking about our latest "debate" (the army one) and was concidering the pro's and con's of dating a politically-inclined feminist (Either way, the conversation could turn pretty serious), so I put down my food and - pause for dramatic effect - the big Q...

'Why does your mate Lucie wear all that horrible white stuff round her eyes? It makes her look ugly'

'exit tension'

And a look of relief appears on her face as she remembers that not everything is as dramatic as it is in her head.
( Coventry, Mon 23 Apr 2007, 22:26, Reply)