a man and the household, and how a woman should run one;
please don't...
              i rather cook my own meals...
and i don't mean 15 minute ready meals...
                  i mean: tina turner poaching this lobster
crying... type of meals... a...
           oh **** me... i'm getting all sentimental...
i'm jizzing out tears into a hanky... hanley?
       no! a chief! a chief!            it's the 1980's all over again...
              it was some you-tuber asking women to
become housewives... no... no! please no!
              i want to cook my own food... women use too
much salt!
                 i can't stomach woman's cooking...
                 i don't need that much salt!
   what, you had your arab *******, you live in the desert, right?
you are all: alcohol is bad... ooh... alcohol... ba... ba... bad;
         alcohol dehyrdates you... you're in a desert...
       vectors? pointers?
         no?           you don't drink alcohol in scandinavia
   to party.... you drink it so you don't end up eating snow.            
                           bangladeshi slaves working
on the towers of dubai; fair enough,
                   and the northern ****,
            with the "mystcism" of the eastern wind...
            **** me!    is that συλ(θ/φ)(υ/o)ρ γας?
                      mustard?
                            ­                     sulphur...
                     or...     one of them... how to be a good woman...
cook for him!
            no... really... thank you... i'm not going to
exactly cook a michelin duck...
                   but now... i know how much salt i need...
   and now i'm going to listen to some tina turner,
               and feel like one-hundred-dollars...
      then i'll eat some food i prepared earlier...
     and try to fall asleep with a 9kg maine ****
                                                           ­          ginger cat;
so, hmm.