Okay, so yesterday, I was picking on the men for objectifying a young lady in a bikini. I think I may have been too harsh:
Yeah, I don't think she has an objection. Then again, maybe she doesn't mind being "inspected" like a prize hog if you're a doctor. Moving on:
Yeah, every man needs his personal space. And to be fair, a woman needs HER personal...
Oh, boy. Remember, everyone: I do not write these comics.
To be fair, toots, his distrust in you was apparently justified because you're trying to rifle through his desk.
I've noticed that there's a disproportionate amount of women marrying doctors in these romance stories. And don't worry, lady... she told you her husband is a doctor precisely so you would blab about it.
Hey! Let's check in with Lucy Thomas!
Hmmmm... it doesn't look to me like he's put the girl in a "dark and lonely" spot. It looks to me like he's in a brightly lit room with other people there and there's dancing going on.
But I don't argue with Lucy Thomas:
No one argues with Lucy Thomas!
See you tomorrow!
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I don't see her problem. He gave her a kitchen after all. Now make him a sammitch!
There really IS no point in having a kitchen if it doesn't result in a sammitch.
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