Wife: Do you like tomato soup?
Husband: No.
Wife: Why not?
Husband: There's something about drinking hot ketchup ... can't do it.
Wife: It tastes nothing like ketchup.
Husband: Ri-i-i-i-ight.
Wife: You don't know what you're missing.
Husband: Really.
Wife: Yeah, grilled cheese and tomato soup. There's nothing like that. Like brownies and milk.
Husband: Aaaah, I see. No, thanks. I'm not falling for that one.
Ick. That shit is nasty.
Posted by: KathyHowe at January 31, 2006 12:03 AMi'm making tomato soup for dinner tonight. you don't have to eat any, william.
Posted by: stacey at February 3, 2006 09:23 AM