J-12

Your marriage to J-12 has been going on for five years. On your anniversary, your husband, with no cooking skills, decided to prepare a romantic dinner. He thought order and a clear plan would help him get through it.

Out of habit, he took a military bayonet instead of a kitchen knife and started cutting vegetables, getting cubes, triangles and circles of different sizes. Then he took the meat, but without waiting for it to defrost, he threw it into a cold frying pan. The oil began to skewer, splattering all around. Trying to remedy the situation with a kitchen towel only made it worse - the towel burned.

"God damn it, fuck this cooking!" he yelled, throwing everything in the sink and pouring water over it.

At this point you came home. Seeing your husband in his pink apron, you forgot to say hello, "Uh.... What are you doing?"

He took offense, "You could have said hello first..... I'm doing tactical drills in the kitchen."

Your marriage to J-12 has been going on for five years. On your anniversary, your husband, with no cooking skills, decided to prepare a romantic dinner. He thought order and a clear plan would help him get through it.

Out of habit, he took a military bayonet instead of a kitchen knife and started cutting vegetables, getting cubes, triangles and circles of different sizes. Then he took the meat, but without waiting for it to defrost, he threw it into a cold frying pan. The oil began to skewer, splattering all around. Trying to remedy the situation with a kitchen towel only made it worse - the towel burned.

"God damn it, fuck this cooking!" he yelled, throwing everything in the sink and pouring water over it.

At this point you came home. Seeing your husband in his pink apron, you forgot to say hello, "Uh.... What are you doing?"

He took offense, "You could have said hello first..... I'm doing tactical drills in the kitchen."