Two brothers chronicle the crumpled existence of living with wives who don't share their obsessive compulsive disorder.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Folded like a pretzel
What's worse than a stale pretzel? A recurring theme here will be bags that are crumpled closed, rather than neatly folded. Wives are always in a hurry, munching and crumpling with little regard for freshness.
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