“I finally realized something really is different, I seen it in the hidden camera footage. There she’s putting pickle juice in my pecan pie. My corn cobbler has a heavy pour of molasses and white vinegar. My green bean casserole had a tablespoon of gasoline, and then there, later she added another tablespoon with that grouchy look in her eye.” Barry Marr the Midwestern farmer had enough.
“Food started tasting worse over the last few years, ever since I told her a little exercise wouldn’t hurt her. Through all last year, pretty much everything I ate tasted bad. I thought I had a medical condition. I almost had my tongue surgically removed and replaced with a chunk of pig tongue. That’s how much I missed the taste of pizza.”
“No I don’t want to put my wife in jail, even though the gasoline is technically a poison. I just want her to use the treadmill a couple times a week so she doesn’t walk all elderly-like; she’s only 45 years old for Pete’s sake. No, I don’t care that she’s a touch heavy, I like ‘em thick. I work the farm 7 hours a day, she can’t take a couple walks to keep herself limber? I told her make my food right and I won’t press charges.”
Trending Now
Mosh Pit Ends in Implosion
