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My wife asks me what I'm making for dinner. Sometimes she asks me what I want her to bring home from the store to make for dinner.
When I leave town I worry my child will starve or die of Chikfila and pizza.
If she asked me whether I'd like pot roast or hot dogs I'd assume she was about to head to the store unless, somehow, they've started making pot roast in a box and sell it next to the mac and cheese.
(References the best butt thread in his head....)
All of this sounds oddly familiar.... If I don't cook, it's coming out of a box.