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a rather sarcastic look at the end of a marriage |
| Stew, Cookies and Beer You come home from work on a Tuesday night and she serves you homemade stew and beer. As you're sitting there reading the Enquirer, she says she'd like to talk to you if that's okay and you always welcome a conversation so you say sure. She tells you that she's leaving you because she's been unhappy for thirty years and she's fallen in love with the butcher, some guy named Ed. You say "Okey-dokey", and ask if there are any cookies left. Stew comes in cans. |