Making repairs with a woman is a dubious activity that should be avoided as much as possible. Because women care about things that men don't give a shit about. And the worst thing you can do during a renovation with a woman is to choose the color of the walls, because you ladies can't accept the fact that we men don't see shades. Sorry, we have eight bits. All we see is that every hunter wants to know where the pheasant is sitting. Also black and white. Nine colors, ladies! That's all we see, sorry! Lemon is yellow. Peach is the juice. And the night lagoon-fuck knows what color it is! "Night lagoon" was the name of a videotape my father kept hidden from my mother. That's all I know.