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That awkward moment when you're in a long line to tour the USS Champion and there's an old navy vet who talks to you about his family.
"I got my wife right where she belongs.
You know where women belong, don't you?"
HORRIFIED SILENCE.
"...The workplace!"
My shirt smells like whatever nasty plastic my boots are made of. Why do I have plastic boots?
"I got my wife right where she belongs.
You know where women belong, don't you?"
HORRIFIED SILENCE.
"...The workplace!"
My shirt smells like whatever nasty plastic my boots are made of. Why do I have plastic boots?