cops of the world rejoice! Your wife tells you to eat more salad and you've found the perfect loophole.
Otherwise known as any given Wednesday at my house. Who wants to come over for dinner?
What would a pickle in your salad have to sing to earn your mercy? For me it would have to be "Stevie Nix" by the Hold Steady.
I've heard of meals coming back angry, but if it started that way, you were asking for it.
One of these days they need to get on to the post-dinner mayonnaise already.
Obviously I'm doing it wrong when I offer my guests a jar of martini olives, a bag of old pita chips and a shot of tequila.
With so many grabby little arms, how would you even get this thing into your mouth?