Anything can be used as a weapon. Case in point...
I open the refrigerator door and a barrage of containers come spilling out.
Me: Damn it!
Frank: That wouldn't happen if you'd clean out the fridge every now and then.
Me: Why don't you clean it?
Frank: (With a smart ass smirk) Cause that's your job, woman!
With uncharacteristic speed and grace, I scoop up a tub of Great Value generic fat free cream cheese and wing it in his general direction. Miraculously, it connects.
Frank: (Blood dripping from his mouth) Shit, you split my lip wide open. You threw that like a ninja star.
Me: You're just lucky it wasn't brand name and full fat. I'd have taken your head off.
The next day, WE cleaned out the fridge. And, they lived happily ever after.
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