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To My HUSBAND: Listen up homie....you're 'bout to get on my last dang nerve. I'm not folding anymore of your clothes because you say you don't like the way that I fold. Now, get off your butt and pick up all those clothes on the floor by your side of the bed.
Oh...To My Husband...Again: Listen up again homie....we're back from vacation. We're not in Vegas again. Lay off the beer. I made the mistake of turning you onto Red Stripe lagers. Didn't know you were gonna walk in the door with a new six pack every day after work. Get THAT together...quickly.
Husband: By the way, HOMIE....cleaning up the kitchen doesn't mean shoving the dirty dishes in the dish washer with all of the food on the plates still. Uggghhh.
Get it together Bro!
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