Conflict Resolution
For my birthday, Lisa purchased me these guys.



Meet the MacGregor twins (Zeebs on the left hand, Murray on the right). In addition to being generally awesome, they have the added bonus of making me look like less of a criminal as I walk down the street in a ski mask.

Lisa also happens to own these guys:



Meet the Muttons. And while you're at it, meet some kind of fucking bunny pig hat. I guess she knows what she likes.

One night we found ourselves in an argument on the subway. As it intensified, we agreed to lighten the mood by letting the MacGregors and the Muttons argue on our behalf. Which was a well-conceived plan, because it's difficult to be mad when you look down and see this:



To paint a clearer picture, I should elaborate on the argument. Lisa had promised to make me "seitan with potatoes and curry." But when she delivered, I was surprised to find that she was simply referring to curry powder. I contended that the dish, though delicious, could not be called "curry" because of a single ingredient. We've never actually resolved the debate, despite coming to terms with each other's positions.

We can, however, agree on one thing: on that train we were "that guy" together. As Lisa fondly recalls: "Every guy on that train was looking at us like he wanted to strangle us. And there were no women around."