Donkey: Tell me again where we’re going.
Me: Picton.
Donkey: For what?
Me: To see Alpacas!
Donkey: Are we going to buy stuff?
Me: That depends.
Donkey: On what?
Me: On whether I can reach your wallet.
Donkey: MY wallet?
Me: Yes. You know all those worldly goods you promised to endow me with those many yonks ago.
Donkey: I thought you forgot.
Me: Right. No. I remember stuff that hasn’t happened yet.
Donkey: That’s not suspicious at all
Me: Just drive and hum along to the nice music.
Excerpts from actual conversations between my beloved and myself, which have taken place over almost 40 years of wedded bliss.
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