“Husband, we need to replace this counter! I have splinters!” Ming-Ming pleaded as he walked in the door.
His daughters were playing Chopsticks on the piano.
“Unexpected expenses have come up – we can’t afford it! I’m hungry!” snapped Charles.
“We’re having your favorite, General Tso’s Chicken.”
Charles didn’t want to talk. He was cheating on her. Today he had leased a patio home near his office for Evie.
“What does your fortune chopsticks say?”
“I’m dumber than a fork?” He said gasping after biting into a killer pepper.
“Husband, perhaps Evie can help you. Water’s on the counter, you prick!”