Something Not to Do 17

Normally with an SNtD installment, there is a clear protagonist and a clear antagonist. Here, I'm not really sure exactly how this would have come to unfold. Purely hypothetically, though:

The Mrs.: "You know, I'm done with breasts. I think I'm just going to have them cut off."

Me, CherkyB: "OK. Make sure you file the divorce papers while you're out."

The Mrs.: "You mean you'd rather have me dead than have my breasts cut off."

Me, CherkyB: "Hon, you're my wife. I'd rather have you dead than just about anything."

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