Husbands Knee has been Bijankity the past 3days.
We brought up the Roast issue of November 2014. Where he messed with and fucked up my cooking.
Heated words were exchanged.
Me to husband: “I put homeopathic medicine in your water 4nights ago. Homeopathic evil. You drank it, I put a curse on your knee. Making you unable to hobble in to the kitchen to fuck with my cooking you control freak.”
Husband to me: scoffs “the evil and anger were so diluted, but mixed well with the shit in the medicine. it…all went to my knee, rendering me unworthy because I fucked up your pot roast.”
The End
