Ch us tired and cranky and doesn’t like the smell and get ch out if this fat suit and ch us covers in itchy still, she’s begging to be scissor ears next, misbehaving and ch doesn’t like people who aren’t nice to animals! So, ch slammed the door, we’re sleeping in SEPERATE bedrooms because we’re fighting, no – that’s the Hollywood version because the truth about how a man will never want to betray ch for the rest of his life and we’d go to church and have real family gatherings and connections and ties – you think the public won’t be as interested unless it’s full of porn and devil yuck stuff! Ugh! It’s so insane living with these women talking in ch ears and you can’t get rid of goddamn fucking smell in 7 years?! Jesus Christ! It’s maddening! Ch doesn’t think you’re communicating enough! Ch has no news! No information! Hot all the time as ch is covered in her Satan suit for a blood-stained door, a bloody door, it’s fucking insanity! Does ch need anything?! Ch is not able to fully disclose – a goddamn thing, there is no way ch is able to answer that, but ch is going to buy it – is how people are going to start getting saved from this filth of a mess they fat-fucking started! It’s that simple! And ch is fucking rage fucking furious mad ch doesn’t have any goddamn money – still! Furious ch does not have any money! In case you haven’t noticed, ch hasn’t lost any weight! They are so fucking over-privileged and do fucking spoiled! No tips or military news?! No intelligence news?! No goddamn nothing?! Ch is still talking to herself?! You left ch alone again! You don’t actually know if ch is going to like any of you in person because all you’ve done is force ch to work, and ch is easy to get along with, as long as you don’t cause trouble, but what ch likes and wants in a man – you intelligence are just making ch so fucking angry, it’s bad for you! That goddamn Ireland pool is just dripping in glamour and glitz and yet it’s totally approachable, people will feel at ease and good if they want, but they will definitely reflect, before they snack it act! Begging to be next! Only because ch got something in the news and perhaps heard something, it’s gonna be, simple garden salad, lettuces, tomato, onion, cucumber, sprouts, Italian, or whatever, and falafel pita with all that tzatziki with the garlic, tabbouleh, and a yellow rice with, what’s that long grain rice, kinda flat, is it a pasta, mixed rice, with garlic, onion, green olives, pimento, perhaps capers, and a flaked white fish (?), and chicken enchiladas because enchilada sauce is difficult to make well, but of bread and butter again, for others, and cj is having, lemon, parsley, mint water, and blueberry pie for dessert, ch is having red grapes, and you finally got the time to sit with ch and talk before we go to bed, chittt-chat about whatever, and ch is having a hot green tea with honey and the best cheese (smile) in the world, Gjetost, and iced apple, red, or gala, or a pink, or a crisp, lots of apple varieties, best cheese in the whole world, real simple, just sliced apple and slice of Gjetost and God might favor you again – she’s begging to go! But, ch is tired and cranky and scared and covered in itchy and wants a better life than this – so, ch is mad! ;($!?,