Only The Smart Survive

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John sniffed the air and frowned. “What’s that smell?”

“I’m cooking a casserole. Why?” asked Carla.

“I think it’s burning.”

Carla sniffed a few times. “I don’t smell it.”

“Well, something’s not right,” frowned John. “Maybe we should order a pizza.”

“I spent an hour and a half cooking that. It’s a waste of good food,” said Carla.

John grunted.

“It tastes better than it smells,” said Carla.

“It better,” said John.

“It better,” scoffed Carla. “Just remember, cyanide smells like almonds.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Carla glared at her partner. “Keep criticizing my cooking and you’ll find out.”

John settled back in his chair. “You’d think a man would be safe in his own home.”

Carla sneered. “You’d think a man would be nicer to the person closest to him.”

John grunted and nodded. “Well played, Carla,” he conceded. “Well played.”

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4 Responses to Only The Smart Survive

  1. Anthony Trudgian says:

    Don’t bit the hand that feeds you! Smarten up John!

  2. Pat says:

    Never criticize the cook, you could go hungry. Such is the rule at our house.

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