I've never understood asshole men that abuse women, treat them like slaves and servants, then, just before they are gasping their very last breaths, put food prepared by those women into their mouths. Think about that next time there is a lovely dinner on the table, she's spooning gravy on your mashed potatoes, more butter on your rolls, a little more salt on your deep fried steak, and she says she won't have any because she is on a diet. She's working on killing you eventually from a heart attack in case the rat poison in the gravy doesn't work right away. Think of it as a Plan A and a Plan B if you will. Of course, there is always Plan C - when he passes out, tie him to the bed and set the damn thing on fire; throw a plugged in electrical appliance into the shower with him; cut the brakes on his car; empty his mouthwash bottle and fill it with draino, etc. There are, you know, at least fifty ways to kill an asshole, and most of them not very pretty for the asshole but very satisfying for the abused woman.
Now, what would you like for your last meal Mystic Star?
