Dear Magic Shake-Ball:
My husband ruptured two discs in his back last month, and now his knee is the size of a grapefruit because he's been limping so much. He's starting to look a lot like Richard III. And this is definitely starting to look like the winter of our discontent. Does this make me Anne of Warwick, and, if so, should I start looking for a good divorce attorney before he decides to off me?
Answer:
"I have drunk but one cup tonight .... I am unfortunate in the infirmity and dare not task my weakness with any more" (Othello 2.3.31-32)
Interpretation:
So becoming a raging alcoholic isn't an option? Okay. What if I slip him some extra percocet?
wine and percoset for everyone. and i'm so sorry!
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