A couple got married. They move in together and every Sunday the wife bakes a ham. Whilst preparing it she cuts about an inch off the end of it.
After a few weeks of observing this the husband asks her why she always cuts off the end of the ham. She replies that she doesn't know why, her mum always did it so she does as well.
The next time he sees his mother in law he asks her the same question about the ham. She gives the same answer. So next time he sees his wife's grandmother he asks her the same question, she replies, ' well you see, the baking dish I had was too small to fit the ham in.'
Thank you and goodnight
Now I really don't
Now I really don't understand.
Ya know, when my father was a
Ya know, when my father was a kid, he had this blue security blanket. My grandmother, once my father got to a certain age, decided he needed to be weened off the blanket. So every time she washed the blanket, she cut a one inch strip off the side. Ergo, the blanket became increasingly smaller each time the blanket got washed.
I have no idea how my father felt about this or if it helped break him of his blue blanket habit. But it's a true story nonetheless.
In Noah Fence's parable, why
In Noah Fence's parable, why did the couple get married?
I think as a kid I'd feel way
I think as a kid I'd feel way more traumatized by my favorite blankie being slowly cut to shreds than just having it stored up in a closet somewhere knowing we could be reunited someday. :(
jojo wrote: In Noah Fence's
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The patriarchy.
The husband should have
The husband should have cooked his own damn ham!
Hear, hear!
Hear, hear!