If My Husband Tasted Like a Lady…
(We’d Both Be Happier.)
You know how toward the end of the Ms. America pageant, the announcer isolates each contestant and asks them some inane question pulled out of a rabbit hole somewhere?
Well, if they suddenly decided to have a Ms. "I can see my ass while looking at my front and have to go on a diet" pageant AND for some odd reason I’m chosen as a finalist (after all, "I can see my ass while looking at my front and have to go on a diet but am still smokin’") AND they ask me some inane question pulled out of a rabbit hole somewhere AND it happens to run along the lines of…
"If you had one wish in this world, what would it be?"
Would I wish for world peace?
An end to poverty?
A healthier planet?
Nope.
I’d wish for chocolate.
Because no one should expect a pre-menstrual crazy woman on a diet to be big on the philanthropy.