My brother-in-law got my husband a skin calendar. My mother-in-law got him a Cthulhu calendar, which he gushed over. Nevertheless . . .
My husband was paging through the skin calendar and appreciating the scantily clad babes.
Me: That calendar is insulting.
Austin: I like the Cthulhu calendar better.
Me: Yeah, but you don't have to drool.
Austin: Says the woman who has three pictures of Emun Elliott at her desk.
Me: I have to listen to you and Angela Lansbury. I should be glad she doesn't have a skin calendar.
Austin: If such a thing existed, I wouldn't need you.
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