Photo courtesy of freedigitalphotos.net (Suvro Datta) My inner cobra is showing again. She comes out and strikes when least expected. Let me demonstrate. Cobra: Why are you parking here? It's a handicapped spot! Husband: There's nobody in the whole parking lot. Who cares? Cobra: (looking around) Exactly! You have 200 odd parking spots in this mall and you're going to take this one. Move the car. And so he does. Husband: I took out a hundred dollars so you'd have money. Cobra: Oh, thanks, hon. Do you want some money for lunch? Husband: I already took it out of the hundred. Cobra: Are you shorting me? Every girl has a cobra that grows where her umbilical cord used to be. Its egg was planted there whilst we were arguing with God in the Garden of Eden. The Baby Skylar has a tiny one. It's a nasty little thing that comes out when her parents try to get her to go to bed. She calls her little Cobra "no!". As we age, the Cobra spends most...
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