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Saturday morning cartoons with my son.

I don't know why you haven't gotten one yet. I go through them like you do wives.

Oh, hardy har har.

I know. If the business had failed I should have gone into stand up.

I would have been in the audience, mainly just to throw rotten fruit at you.

That would be disgusting.

I wouldn't aim for the face.

It would still be hideous. I'd live on your couch and not shower so you'd have to deal with the rotting fruit smell.

Until Ashley took a broom to you for stinking up the fancy new furniture? Or I dumped water on you and then she takes a broom to us both.

Ouch.

She's threatened to do it before.