I begged my wife please pass the salt, and she looked at me with ire. Unscrewed the cap, removed the salt, her eyes a raging fire. She poured the salt on my plate, and kept on with eating, I couldn't believe what she'd done, akin to a harsh beating. Then she winced and said to me, oh you want the shaker? What a bitch, what a cunt, I wish she'd meet her maker. Just then it came to life, the tiny salt shaker, and from the table stared at us, and said, You motherfuckers have some serious relationship problems, damn.


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