Well, Mother's Day is turning out spectacularly so far. My dad said he'd make bacon (it's currently 10:43 by the way) an hour ago- so I come down a few minutes ago, thinking it's done, and I see charred hunks of meat on the towel. Apparently, he was too busy chopping onion to realize they were burning to a nice, blackened crisp.
So, I laugh, and he goes over to the refridgerator, opens it, pulls out a bottle of garlic cloves. Turns to me and asks, "So... Is that a clove?" I pause, and then start clapping.
I say, "Bravo, Fluffy, Bravo." My father doesn't know what a garlic clove looks like when his wife is the garlic MANIAC.
"Look at it this way- you may have lost the woman of your dreams, but you still have Zoidberg. YOU ALL STILL HAVE ZOIDBERG!"
-Zoidberg heart From Futurama
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