Overheard on a sleepy drive to Oklahoma City:

Matt G: “So anyway, the guy’s an engineer, and he crunched the numbers. And he discovered that, if you believe all this homeopathy stuff and the concentrations they recommend, you wind up with a vat of water with a few lonely molecules of whatever it is you’re diluting in it. You have to be winning-the-lottery lucky to get anything other than a bottle of distilled water.

AD: “So why does he put up with it?”

Matt G: “Oh, he knows it’s bullshit, but his wife is a true believer.”

AD: “So he keeps his mouth shut to preserve peace and harmony in the household?”

Matt G: “Exactly. I’m lucky, myself. My wife is a pretty level-headed sort. If anything, I wish she’d put out more, but I think all husbands wish their wives would be more interested in sex.”

AD: “There’s a homeopathic cure for that, you know. You dilute wedding cake to one part per million in sterile water…”

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