2004-09-11 11:36:09 ET|
I'm standing in the kitchen gathering stuff to make dinner when my roomate Rico wanders in. He steps up to the pantry and pathetically paws around a bit before asking me if we had any peanut butter in the house. Alas! No PB. He gives a sad look and mentions that he thought a pb sandwich would be good for dinner.
"Oh, I'm making dinner right now, it should be done in about half an hour." I say cutting chicken from the bone.
At which he turns to me and says:
"Do you want sex now or later?"
I love cooking for people who appreciate it.