Do you have any idea how long you have to wait until your husband stops bugging you by asking questions such as "I don't think that's a RIPPER. It's more an UPTIGHT" about the fart machine he is button pushing with absolute, unadulterated glee?
About 3 minutes.
It helped that I was chewing toast as slowly as a cow chews cud. Because that kept me from killing him with my words.
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