Too Funny to go Unmentioned

I'm not sure if any of you wives out there have a husband who suffers from the same condition as Danny, but if you do I know how you feel. I call it the "Hurry And Feed Me Before I Die" disease. Danny gets bad breakouts during the last 30 minutes of church. He becomes IMPOSSIBLE if I have a meeting after the block which further prevents him from consuming his antidote.

To make matters worse, Danny's condition is coupled with the "I Eat Like An 8-year Old Child" disorder. And recently, we rushed home from church, just in time might I add, to save Danny from certain doom. His medicine? A double decker peanut butter, honey and banana submarine sandwich. He was consuming it so quickly that he didn't even have time to stop and clean up his mess when the sandwich pooped bananas and peanut butter on his church socks. Don't worry, the dog cleaned it up.