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| - Why is it most women, on Sundays anyway, have this expectation you're going to take them to breakfast as some kind of post-coital reward?
First it was snuggling.
Then snuggling followed by chit-chatting.
Now, they've added one more thing to the list...breakfast.
You need to reverse this trend, and quickly, before she starts demanding you spend the day with her, probably at Costco or Home Depot.
Here's my recommendation.
If there's no Waffle House in the vicinity, the next best thing is IHOP, particularly this IHOP.
Between the slow service, indifferent servers, botched orders, and flavorless creations, you'll marvel at how IHOP has remained in business for this long.
Here's the best part.
The next time she says, "take me to breakfast," merely invoke the term IHOP and you're out of the woods.
I can't help you with the snuggling or chit-chatting, unless you're the type of guy who can muster up a brain-damaging fart at will, which should stop her in her tracks.
Now you're really home free.
Literally.
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