
But the one that really caught me on the hop was:
"What is your stance on marmite?" (WIN)
"Milk in before tea, or after?" (LOSE)
"Dessert or cheeseboard?"I like dessert. But I also like cheeses. Can't a man, I ask, have both?
"No," she replies, "With a gun to your head: Dessert or cheeseboard?"
"Any reason for this?"
"Where eating out at that new Russian place round the corner," she tells me.
"Kalashnikov's?"
"Kalashnikov's. The maitre'd is a BASTARD."
"So I've heard," I reply, "people are paying top dollar to be seen there. In fact, dollars are all they'll take."
There is neither dessert nor cheeseboard. Only the smell of fear.
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