We were making dinner tonight after Gary got home from work. After a bit of small talk about our day's activities, we were enjoying a peaceful silence as I peeled potatoes and Gary chopped them.
Peel, peel, peel. Chop, chop, chop.
"Who's your favorite Russian mob boss?" Gary asks.
Peel, peel, peel. Chop, chop, chop.
"Who's your favorite Russian mob boss?" Gary asks.