It's Those Doggone Saucers Again
If I told you once, I told you a thousand times: The goddam saucers have to match the goddam cups, and no it is not the other way around, and no, I don't want to hear nothing about no chicken or no egg. I'm making tea. The tea goes in the cup and the cup goes on the saucer. That's the order of it and I'll be god damned if any child of mine is going to stand under the roof I provide and tell me any differently and what the hell do you mean, "What about the placemats?"? Can't you see with your own stupid eyes that every placemat in this house is neutral and therefore matches everything? You think I ain't thought this through? Just who the hell do you think you're dealing with? And before you ask, yes, the wood of the table is also neutral, but don't go any further because you'll find, you little smart-ass, that it's turtles all the way down.
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