Marital harmony a glutinous rice cake
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Glutinous? I can’t eat it then.
You can’t have your marital harmony and eat it too.
I’ll try one, but hold the lice.
So the key to marital harmony is to form a glutinous rice cake with your spouse, keeping each other firmly stuck. Expect to hear this from Dr. Phil in the near future.
That ‘Phil’ is a pill!
I feel compelled to note that he no longer has a license to practice psychology. So he’s not really a psychologist; he just plays one on TV.
I have seen this Dr Phil personage in action only because it used to be on the teev whilst I was in the waiting room at the physioterrorist. I have decided that I would like to slap him. If I meet him, may I slap him, just a little bit? Then I would like to slap the morons who present themselves on television for their 15 minutes of fame in order to be ridiculed for the pathetic oxygen thieves that they are. May I slap some of them as well, please?
Please, feel free.
I may join you
If you share one, you’re stuck until you can nibble it off, which requires cooperation. Hence the “marital harmony.”
Where was it stuck?
I hope it doesn’t rhyme with nibble.
*mice nibble at la conejita’s toes*
In reality, I have a phobia of mice and rats. If I see one, I start to tremble and don’t ever want to go into the room where I saw it because of fear that it will be there.
Luckily for me, virtual and imaginary mice don’t scare me. So they can nibble away. I just have to be careful not to get a mental image that will creep me.
Sorry. I wasn’t aware of that.
It’s ok, they can’t hurt me when they’re not real.
Ah, if only it was that simple….
I’ve been on a glutinous rice cake all along and hadn’t noticed.
It’s amazing how easily that can happen. There’s the excitement of the wedding, the honeymoon, and then before you know it, it’s turned into one glutinous rice cake.
Yes, but glutinous rice cake is a synonym for marital harmony. So I am there and many are not.
Hominy? That’s another grain entirely.
Yes, and instead of cake you get a menudo.
Yay menudo!! Only valid use I know of for cow stomachs outside of a cow. Love that stuff, especially when made by a certain wizened little old lady I knew.
I want nothing to do with any lousy lice. Harg or otherwise.
I’m afraid that lousy lice are the only sort we have. By definition.
Harglice- Klingon cooking?
I don’t need a glutinous rice cake, as I have never considered divorce. Homicide, yes, on several occasions, but divorce, never.
Homicide is faster and takes care of the problem entirely.
But the side effects of committing homicide can be even more unpleasant than divorce!
But worse than a really bad marriage?
I’m no expert, but I don’t think you could claim on his life insurance.
Probably not. Which is a pity, because he’s worth a lot more dead than he is alive. Miserable bastard will no doubt wait until I’m too old to enjoy the money before he drops off the twig – he’s told me that’s his intention.
Sounds like you’ve met your match!
It’s one thing to make a horrible pun in the first place, but to do it in front of Dr. handle is just suicide.
Oh yes, I would never have married him otherwise *big cheesy grin* I retaliate occasionally by telling him that I’m going to cut him out of my will entirely, and leave everything to the Battersea Dogs’ Home.
He’ll probably end up there anyways
You guys got it together, I wish I had planned my retirement early.
There will never be a moment earlier than now.
I will probably never be financially able to retire, but if I ever get to a nursing home, I’ve got my delusions all planned in detail, since I’ve noticed the happiest people in nursing homes are the ones who have no idea they’re in a nursing home. I’m going to be back in my undergraduate dorm room. I think I can make that work–that institutional look, two guys to a room, the funky smells, people coming around all the time with pills… I’ll just be saying, “Hey, where’s the keg, and put on some Hendrix, man!”
The glutinous rice cake got me pregnant with my son.
Er, it may have been glutinous, but it wasn’t a rice cake…
Oh bring on the glutinous marital harmony… oh frabjous joy… let me Gargle in it.. I keep on thinking Garglice instead of Harglice. Harglice = marital harmony… Garglice = divorce? *sighs and wanders off looking for my Harglice*
> Oh bring on the glutinous marital harmony
For some reason (because it’s Monday?) that triggered:
“Don’t give me no more of that old Janx spirit….”