Going back 1897 to publicly accuse Bram Stoker of queerbaiting until I'm burned as a witch.
"Don't you want a child from your own body?"
No. I prefer them ready-made. Those come with receipts and can be returned.
"I've perfectly seared this filet mignon and gently sat it on parsnip puree with manchego and topped it with a sauce made of unicorn smiles."
Ma'am... I just burnt the crap out of my garlic because I turned around for five seconds to look at what you made. Now YOU owe ME dinner.
Nothing beats watching #cooking shows while eating the dinner you made to keep yourself well and truly humble.
Why do I do this to me?