Carl: Geez, we hardly made a dent in that ten-foot hoagie.
Homer: I’ll give it a good home.
Marge: You’ve been eating that thing for a week. I think the mayonnaise is starting to turn.
Homer: Two more feet, and I can fit it in the fridge.
Marge: Homer, I found this behind the radiator. I really think you should throw it away.
Homer: Suggestion noted.
Homer: Marge, I’d like to be alone with the sandwich for a moment.
Marge: Are you going to eat it?
Homer: This is all your fault! I… Oh, how can I stay mad at you?
Is this really all the sandwiches fault? Or is it more accurately Marge’s fault? She’s the one who GIVES the sandwich to Homer after she finds it behind the radiator. If I found a sandwich (sprouting mushrooms no less!) anywhere in my home, the only place it would be going is the trash. I think it goes without saying but, sorry, I’m Not Making That.