You know that poem? The one about finally becoming the target of fascism because you ignored the trend? You are in the first or second stanza of the poem.

There. That was the laugh I needed.

Who is bankrolling their bids for the gigs?

I wasn’t aware that his oeuvre was that… extensive.

I’m good with that! Everyone is entitled to like the things they like, but when the question is asked in a “I don’t know nothing about birthing babies” tone my blood pressure rises. Smart pick on the mistress, by the way.

A good relationship rule is to gift your partner something of more sentimental value than you gift to your (potential mistress) paramour. Plausible deniability. Oh, and respect.