One of the gals I used to date would call me 'her little cabbage' on occasion.  She'd spent some time in France and no doubt some amourous frenchie had called her that.  Hey, it's fine by me.  Call me what you like so long as you don't call me late for dinner.  But today, when you call me on time for dinner...we're having a little cabbage.

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