yin: “Honey? Did you put green peppers in the hamburgers? Because you know I don’t like green peppers.”
yang: “Yeah, I know. But I don’t particularly like making the freaking hamburgers, either. So I figured I’d even things out a bit, if it’s all the same to you.”
So, like, instead of making stuffed peppers with hamburger stuffed in peppers, you made stuffed hamburgers with peppers stuffed in hamburgers.
Hmmmmm. Don’t think that would work. Too much like trying to reverse a jelly donut.
Yang is a master at dicing.
MMmmmm, reversed jelly donut.
Yeah, I’ll complain about those peppers:
1. The next time they’ll be habaneros.
2. I’ll be making my own damn burger.
3. I’ll be eating at Burger King. Have it your way – right.
4. I’ll be wishing we had burgers as I chow down on my Brussels sprout laced mashed potato pie – grateful that it is not chicken sashimi.
Peppers in hamburgers? No problem, just think of it as meatloaf with the bread on the outside.
Oh YEAH? Well some manifestations of yang are Hindu vegetarians that think MUSHROOMS are “meat.” No, I’m not kidding.
So, uhâ€â€are you going to eat that?
Yang: Well, I’d perform a “partial pepper abortion” on the hamburgers, but I think it would threaten the life and mental health of the hamburger, so philosophically I just can’t do it.
Besides – you made the choice to have hamburgers with me, so you are equally at fault.
Anybody who puts green peppers in my hamburger had better have a pretty sophisticated and active ballistic anti-hamburger program going on.
I got your unilateral response right here.
The hell?
Well mushrooms aren’t vegetables, and they exhale CO2.
I wouldn’t mind green pepper in meatloaf, it would make a nice switch from the green olives. As for bugurs, I have found that boughten frozen patties are preferable to home-manipulated ground beef on the grill, even before the introduction of problematical ingredients.
because of the misogyny!
Aw quit whining and eat your meat. After all, it is the fourth annual eat meat for PETA day.
You know, I was not aware that it was Eat Meat for PETA day.
Garcon! More bacon!
Which begs the question, “What is a reversed jelly donut?”
The answer, of course, being, “Forty bucks, same as downtown.”
Yang is just engaging in a little passive/aggressive revenge ‘cuz ying forgot this important holiday yesterday.
Yin: I’d like half the pizza with ham and pineapple.
Yang:
Yang: But you’re not going to eat half the pizza…
Yin:
Yang: And I detest pineapples…
Yin:
Yang: And so do our children…
Yin:
Yang: Which means I end up sharing my half with them, and the only leftovers have pineapple on them…
Yin:
Yang: And you don’t eat leftovers…
Yin:
Yang:
Yin: Fine. Get whatever you want.
Yang:
Yang: Hello, Pizza Hut? I’d like a large pan pizza with pepperonis, italian sausage…
Yin: No sausage!
Yang: Make that pepperoni and mushrooms…
Yin: And no Mushrooms!
Yang: Um, just make it a large pepperoni pizza to go…
That exchange reminds me of why I’m not married anymore.
T/W If momma aint happy, aint nobody going to be happy.
My wife of 51 years tried that crap on me a couple of times early on. When I made alternative meal arrangements she stopped doing it. Mates should not game one another.
“What is a reversed jelly donut?â€Â
So this woman walks into a bakery and sees the proprietor kneading and flattening a big ball of dough against his sweaty, naked chest.
She tells another shopper, “That’s disgusting!”
Other shopper says, “Oh, that’s nothing. You should what he uses to make donut holes.”