Stay out, hon, I’m eatin’ scampi!
Blog Guy, I need help. I’m a smoker, and…
Say no more, I’ll try to help you quit.
Here is the very latest cover-up technology. You line a spare room with 4,600 pounds of garlic, then heat it to 120 degrees, permeating every inch with the aroma. You could light up a cow pie and nobody would notice.
But won’t my wife wonder about the garlic smell?
Sure. Just say an Italian restaurant opened next door.
But she’ll learn that isn’t true when she tries to make dinner reservations there.
Ah, so you’ve got a SMART wife, huh? Then say you added a garlic panic room for vampire attacks.
Perfect! I think she’ll fall for that.
A vendor smokes as he sells garlic at a market in Taiyuan, Shanxi province, China, April 13, 2009. REUTERS/ Stringer