She was pissed off and really needed a cigarrette

She was pissed off and really needed a cigarrette but it was her last one.Chris couldn't decide either to save it for later or to burn the thing right now.Fights about money drove

their marriage into a blissful state of bitterness and concentrated sex. In fact, he purposefully overspent on stupid crap to start hysteric fights that ended in hard pumping sex.

For instance, he once purchased a PivoTrim, Eggies, and a SunSetter Retractable Awning, all with expedited shipping. His wife immediately shoved him to the ground and grabbed

at his zipper in a furious frenzy to make post-Home Shopping Network love. After that episode their credit card bills escalated rapidly. The extra storage unit they'd rented to

store the Tummy Winder and the "Real gold" watches filled to brimming. But they couldn't stop themselves. Every purchase got him a quicky and when the item arrived, well,

total bliss engulfed him. But a brief consolation it was. After an hour, the tremors would start again and sweat would start pouring down his face. He praised the 24-h economy that

alerted the mayor. "Your goats in my garden.", he chuzwuzzled in a low, breathy manner through the female waffle

The female spatula-terrorist (I think?) whacked him in the knee. It hurt. Then the other Mossad kitchen utensils detonated his eggs. Yolk spattered everywhere, on the counters,

across the kitchen sink and in the light fittings. What a mess. Pot and pans evacuated to a refugee camp. His cooking was bad but the kitchen war was worse.