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| March 29, 1967 |
I always roll my eyes at this trope. I think it's used in practically every TV show from
I Love Lucy to
The Golden Girls. I guess the trick to a souffle that doesn't collapse is whipping old eggs. I don't know, I've never made one. This is what the internet says.
At least they can still eat whatever is in the pot.
Sure, I guess the Seahawks' dark blue uniforms were the prettiest. Gladys seems more like someone who picks the winner based on which team has the cutest quarterback.
Now, did they actually bet using one of the several gambling apps that are slowly ruining people's lives or was this just a friendly wager between husband, wife, and maybe
Uncle Ted?
