On Valentine's Day, I was prepping a roast for the oven when A came in to the kitchen. He walked up behind me, put his arms around me, and began to kiss my neck.
Me: Excuse me, sir. What are you doing?
A: Kissing on you.
Me: *trying to wiggle out of his arms* But I am trying to get this roast in the oven for dinner.
A: *laughing* I'll put something in your oven...
Me: No, you can't put anything in my oven. Cause it's broken, remember?
A: *Drops his arms and steps back* Now why'd you have to go there?.....
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