Why did you cook? You know that's my job

You’re fired…

It needs onion?

Am I supposed to use your ass as the buns?

Either you hung the proverbial 3 Jackson Pollocks in your giant hallway, or you need some gyne-lotrimin stat.

This is what I handed myself for dinner tonight. How could I complain? 😂

I dip my lips in the steam, tasting her labor like a slow-warming wine. "Your hands," I whisper, tracing the rim, "are the only seasoning this heart still craves."

#divorce before suffering any longer https://blossom.primal.net/55044908c9b5a30034ad2286a4ab391267b54c477ca82523d548ff0c5af9d376.png

Politely have a mail courier deliver divorce papers the next morning.

Illuminati

🤨

Jzus christ