Our neighboring town has a sex shop. I sort of jokingly tell my wife I'm going to buy her a present there (I say "sort of" because I have bought her presents from sex shops in the past. Oh, can it--you wish your husband was as awesome as I am).
Anyway, a few weeks ago I was chilling in the neighboring town's Jo-Ann Fabrics ('cause that's how I roll) when I ran into a woman from church. When I got home, I told my wife about our interaction.
A few days later I said, "I have a confession to make. I didn't really run into [woman from church] at Jo-Ann*. We were both shopping in [sex shop], but we agreed to tell people we were in Jo-Ann. Now I know what her husband is into. [frightened whisper] And it's freaky!"
All joking aside, I stand by my characterization of her husband's preferences as "freaky" on one piece of evidence alone: he's a dude. Dudes be into some freak.
* = No S. Look it up, baby. Like Aldi, JC Penney, and Kroger. (My brother-in-law is an expert on this issue.)
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