I want to tell a true story. Today, I went to go wrangle my wife's cats from her parents' house. They scratched me. They bit me. I think one of them uttered something anti-semitic. Anyway, I'm bleeding from my arms, my face, my fingers are torn to shreds. My wife, so loving and caring, comes home from work and all she says about my hideous wounds are, 'you'd better not have hurt my cats.' It was at that point that I understood, and condoned, beating your spouse to death with a bag of charcoal.
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This quote was added August 12, 2007.