Mrs. Mullet: “So...Chuckster...you wanna?” Wink, wink.
Chuck: “That’s okay.”
Mrs. Mullet: “That’s okay?”
Chuck: “Tonight’s not a good night.”
Mrs. Mullet: “Why not?”
Chuck: “Junior was exhausting today. I don’t have it in me.”
Mrs. Mullet: “But I'm tired from working all day, and I'm willing to rally. What if I—”
Chuck: “No thank you.”
Mrs. Mullet: “Not even if I—”
Chuck: “[Sigh] I said no. I’m going to go finish the dishes now. I'm sorry.”
After Chuck got up, I reached under me and pulled this out
“What are you looking at?” I asked.
“I can’t be sure,” it replied, “but do you need a magazine and box of tissues? Cause that’s how most dudes handle this situation.”
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