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Eat Those Fucking Dumplings, Bitch
“Why the fuck do you need to get in my way for?”
is a very inconsiderate thing for you to say
when you’ve spent nearly 5 hours in the kitchen
making a meal that I now refuse to eat and all
I did was go in there to get a knife and wash it
before cutting some fruit.
No, I don’t feel like eating the food you made
because you didn’t speak to me like a human
being deserving of any respect this morning.
Why you thought it was reasonable for you
to have the kitchen completely all to yourself
for several hours is beyond me.
I couldn’t even go in there for a second
to get something without you swearing at me.
You had already made a lot of dumplings
by that point and you were finishing up
a last batch and you still had to sound
as angry as you did when I went into the kitchen
to get a knife because the fruit that I wanted to eat
didn’t have edible skin. You didn’t even look at me
