Him:
QUICK INFO: Home Sweet Home is a 5th floor, older then time, apartment for which I am still searching for evidence that it was build prior to the entire apartment block. Furniture, pipes and floors dates from Medieval Ages and thanks to that, tourism is our main revenue.
The long awaited relaxing last weekend came with an enjoyable task of cleaning the bug infested, swamp like, kitchen of ours. The amplitude of such herculean job woke up the testosterone in me immediately by taking up on myself the responsibility of completing this mammoth and back breaking work.
I feel unconformable to brag about my bug-spray shooting abilities but I must tell you that even Clint Eastwood would be jealous for such skills. Bugs where running, I was shooting, it was an insect crawling hell in there... Don't need to tell you more about that!
After the massacre ended and every two thousand years old items where as shiny as Carbon 14 disintegration allow it to be we decided to relax ourselves while cooking a healthy pork ribs based bean dish.
Now, I do not know if it was the fatigue, the wine vapors or just the adrenaline rush but Her launch a spit eating challenge.
Her: Darling, if I spit in the food, would you eat it?
Him: Darling, of course!
Her: But, darling, is this normal?
Him: Darling, in every society, the normality standards are establish by the majority, and my sweetheart, we are the majority. So SPIT!
I can't wait for the next weekend...
QUICK INFO: Home Sweet Home is a 5th floor, older then time, apartment for which I am still searching for evidence that it was build prior to the entire apartment block. Furniture, pipes and floors dates from Medieval Ages and thanks to that, tourism is our main revenue.
The long awaited relaxing last weekend came with an enjoyable task of cleaning the bug infested, swamp like, kitchen of ours. The amplitude of such herculean job woke up the testosterone in me immediately by taking up on myself the responsibility of completing this mammoth and back breaking work.
I feel unconformable to brag about my bug-spray shooting abilities but I must tell you that even Clint Eastwood would be jealous for such skills. Bugs where running, I was shooting, it was an insect crawling hell in there... Don't need to tell you more about that!
After the massacre ended and every two thousand years old items where as shiny as Carbon 14 disintegration allow it to be we decided to relax ourselves while cooking a healthy pork ribs based bean dish.
Now, I do not know if it was the fatigue, the wine vapors or just the adrenaline rush but Her launch a spit eating challenge.
Her: Darling, if I spit in the food, would you eat it?
Him: Darling, of course!
Her: But, darling, is this normal?
Him: Darling, in every society, the normality standards are establish by the majority, and my sweetheart, we are the majority. So SPIT!
I can't wait for the next weekend...
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