You run a tattoo parlor. Every couple of weeks, the same customer comes in, always requesting the same tattoo: an additional tally mark on an ever-growing cluster of tally marks.
my wife is constantly mocking me for how lightly done I like my toast. “your hot bread is done,” she says to me. disgusting
i don’t say that. “hot” would imply it’s been in the toaster for more than fifteen seconds lol
“your lightly warmed bread is done” i tell u
one of these days i’m not even gonna put it in the toaster, just gonna breathe real hard on the bread for a minute and you’ll be like “wow this is perfectly done”
“thank you so much for warming up my bread for me honey, I’m so glad we’re married, I love you” I say to you every time your mean little ass makes toast for me
