Watching Murder, She Wrote. A pregnant woman is eating pickles.
Me: That’s one thing about Murder, She Wrote. It plays into stereotypes constantly.
Austin: What?
Me: A pregnant woman eating pickles.
Austin: Well, that’s normal. ”Here, have some coffee on the house. And here’s some pickles. You can eat the ketchup too.” I ate a plate of pickles the other day.
Me: Are you pregnant?
Austin, touching his tummy.
Me: Is it the return of Tasia?
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