- Terrible! Give us back our kitchens!Vote A
- Nah you make me food now *damn its so much better than my burnt water*Vote B
- Im a guy and i make the best fucking food everVote C
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My ex wouldn't let me in the kitchen. If I tried she'd laugh and say "What are you doing in here? Get out!".
So I'd run off and check my toolbox to make sure all my tools were there. Or I'd pick up my big framing hammer and swing it a few times, with the rippling muscles in my forearm, and the muscled hands with veins popping out.
Then my girlfriend appears, looking a little sheepish. She invites me back into the kitchen, and hands me a jar. I open it. She humbles herself and says thank you. She even lets me stay in the kitchen for a while. After a few minutes of silence she asks if I'd like to slice some carrots. I agree.
She even still lets me admire my tools and work on her car.1