| Setting... Driving home on the freeway, passing a sign that promotes "Cash for Gold!"
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| Husband: |
Do we have any gold?
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| Wife: |
No, I hate gold.
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| Husband: |
But... what if I want cash for gold?
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| Pause.
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| Husband: |
What if I could poop gold.
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| Wife: |
Then we'd be rich.
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| Husband: |
What if it really hurt to poop gold and there was a procedure to fix my condition.
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| Wife: |
Then we'd fix your condition. I don't want you to be in pain.
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| Husband: |
*thinks quietly*
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| Wife: |
What? You think I'd just let you suffer for money?
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| Husband: |
No, I was just thinking how strange the concept was. |
