The internet supplies me with an endless source of warped amusement. Valentine’s Day provided an excuse to exercise it.
I saw the following picture – attached to some inane article – and instantly came up with…
Here’s a typical couple enjoying a quiet afternoon at their home.
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Or are they?
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This couple may be experiencing some difficulties when she thinks:
… and
While he thinks:
A)
B)
C)
Or D)
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So what have we learned from these possible scenarios?
- Looks are deceiving.
- Hockey is back!
- Buy low, sell high.
- Who’s Roy?
- Yet another example that, no matter what the man is thinking, he is still wrong!!
Curmudgeon at Large 
…or maybe there’s a naked hockey player brandishing his stick and a fistful of stock certificates just off the right side of the photo. Otherwise I can’t imagine our guy sustaining that level of concentration.
So I should have replaced all the thought clouds with a blank one?
No; I’d say there’s some pretty intense concentration (or avoidance) going on there. Maybe she’s his ex-wife.
…or soon to be ex-wife.
Why is she sitting like that? And what is she planning to put in that big bowl? Is she going to capture and sacrifice Roy to Ikea, the Goddess of White Sofas? Or not.
Q: Why is she sitting like that? A: To get attention, perhaps?
Q: And what is she planning to put in that big bowl? A: Bits of her significant other?
Q: Is she going to capture and sacrifice Roy to Ikea, the Goddess of White Sofas? A: I had no idea that’s how you get white sofas.
Well, a more polite way to get attention would be to engage her chap in a conversation about hockey – then maybe she wouldn’t feel the need to disembowel him and ruin that nice bowl. And beware Ikea if you ever fancy a White Sofa – you have to make a sacrifice of at least six other pieces of furniture and an instruction booklet two inches thick to appease her. She’s a cruel mistress 🙂
She looks fierce. No surprise that he’s got Roy on the brain.
Roy must be hot if he beats out ice hockey.
Damn … I’m speechless.
A proper sentiment.
you forgot, you rotten bastid i’m gonna kick your a$$
Exactly!
Men think?!?!?!?!? I had no idea!
You can tell when we are thinking: Either we have that puffy cloud like the one in the pictures or, during an “AHA!” moment, a 15 watt light bulb appears above our heads.
It’s all Roy’s fault, I just know it.
Yeah, he should have better sense.