Two weeks ago I attended a private viewing at an art gallery. When leaving guests were presented with a small box containing four very exclusive handmade chocolates.
Lying in bed last night I asked Mrs YesBut, "where are the chocolates?"
"What chocolates?"
"The ones I brought home two weeks ago"
"Oh those, I ate them"
"When?"
"Last week"
"You didn't offer me one"
"No I put them in a sandwich"
"Did you say sandwich?"
"Yes"
"A sandwich!"
"Yes why?"
"No, nothing, but a sandwich. What did they taste like?"
"I could only taste the achar"
"Wait, your telling me you made a sandwich out of handmade chocolates, which you covered in garlic tasting, hot spicy peppered, mustard oil soaked gunk!"
"Yes, what's wrong with that?"
"Goodnight dear".
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Monday, January 28, 2008
Bad taste
