A dish best served clean

Sometimes I don’t pull my considerable weight and it’s not fair. I’ve no problem making my own sandwich or insulting the neighbors but when it comes to cleaning the dishes, I usually get an unexpected call to go into work. Jill Y is not happy with this at all and from time to time, she’ll refuse to dress up as Princess Leia in the bedroom or play the so-called music of Bon Jovi in protest. Despite these heavy-handed tactics, Bill Y still wouldn’t play ball until last night. Last night, she came up with a plan so brilliant and devious, that I now clean the dishes, even when they’re not dirty. Jill Y, I bow down to the better person:


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11 thoughts on “A dish best served clean”

  1. My boyfriend has a magnet on his fridge: Every time you masturbate, God kills a kitten. I’m hoping we all keep zipped up tight.

  2. Wow, that’s so threatening . . . hmm, why didn’t I think of it?

    1. I couldn’t agree with you more. If it was a cat, there would be some seriously dirty dishes and some seriously hurt cat too!

    1. I’m a changed man, I clean them all day and all night now but ‘m thinking of counter-acting her move by getting a cat! More on this later!

    1. She does but then she puts on the Princess Leia costume and all is right with the world!

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