Ishmael
Literotica Guru
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- Nov 24, 2001
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Ya know.
I mean how many times have you tried to go into the bathroom and found it cluttered with shit that you couldn't describe if you tried? How many times have you had the Rotter Rooter guy out to unplug sinks and drains clogged with hair? Was it your hair? Fuck NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And what is this rule about the toilet seat having to be down anyway? Are the bitches to fucking lazy, or stupid, to put the seat down on their own? They ought to be fucking grateful that I was considerate enough to pick the fucking thing up to begin with instead of pissing on it.
Toilet paper? Don't even get me started on that. Want to cut the household budget by 50%? Stop buying toilet paper. If the wife or S/O leaves, so what, you'll be dollars ahead.
*ring*
Hello.
Hi dear.
Hi, what's up?
Uhhhhh, it's that time of the month, can you pick up some tampoons/pads?
What the fuck is with that? Don't know your own body? Can't read a calendar? Phase of the moon? Once in a while, OK. 6 Months out of the year? Bite me.
Want to be a career woman? Fine, I'll stay home. I'll cook and clean. (Forget about the fucking toilet seat) I'll shop and take care of any kids you bare. I WON'T watch "Days of Our Lives" or any other bull shit show on TV. I'll write or something, but I won't sit around looking for finger pointing fodder.
I won't take the kids to soccer practice. If they want something bad enough, they can God damn well find their own way. I didn't marry you because you could drive a fucking car, and after a hard days work, I figure you might have just enough energy left to wrap your legs around my ass while I drive into you. And if you don't like that, you should have said "No" when I asked.
Ishmael
I mean how many times have you tried to go into the bathroom and found it cluttered with shit that you couldn't describe if you tried? How many times have you had the Rotter Rooter guy out to unplug sinks and drains clogged with hair? Was it your hair? Fuck NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And what is this rule about the toilet seat having to be down anyway? Are the bitches to fucking lazy, or stupid, to put the seat down on their own? They ought to be fucking grateful that I was considerate enough to pick the fucking thing up to begin with instead of pissing on it.
Toilet paper? Don't even get me started on that. Want to cut the household budget by 50%? Stop buying toilet paper. If the wife or S/O leaves, so what, you'll be dollars ahead.
*ring*
Hello.
Hi dear.
Hi, what's up?
Uhhhhh, it's that time of the month, can you pick up some tampoons/pads?
What the fuck is with that? Don't know your own body? Can't read a calendar? Phase of the moon? Once in a while, OK. 6 Months out of the year? Bite me.
Want to be a career woman? Fine, I'll stay home. I'll cook and clean. (Forget about the fucking toilet seat) I'll shop and take care of any kids you bare. I WON'T watch "Days of Our Lives" or any other bull shit show on TV. I'll write or something, but I won't sit around looking for finger pointing fodder.
I won't take the kids to soccer practice. If they want something bad enough, they can God damn well find their own way. I didn't marry you because you could drive a fucking car, and after a hard days work, I figure you might have just enough energy left to wrap your legs around my ass while I drive into you. And if you don't like that, you should have said "No" when I asked.
Ishmael