So I’ve been at sea for 13 months (mostly without sex) and you think the first thing I want is dinner? Trust me, Sweetie, I haven’t been lying awake at nights dreaming of your cucumber salad.
Or even your meat loaf!
It’s you that I want. Delicious you!
Hmm. And, of course, a really good carrot cake—after (or even during) sex.
Meanwhile, back in the present…
See the revamped version of this art and with new, funny dialogue in today’s Last Kiss Comic.
Now I have to go Google G.I.War Brides comic. As a side note, it looks like some sort of sticky goo got splashed on the lampshade.
In this context, “dinner” is an euphemism.
I would certainly hope so!
Someone once told Readers Digest that she gave her neighbors something she found in a cookbook called “Better than Sex Cake.” Next morning she saw a sign in the neighbors’ bedroom: “SEND MORE CAKE. WE CAN’T DECIDE.”
She might have been dreaming of his cucumber salad, though.