I started to explain things to her. I said "Listen Reece. Your husband is a big fat bitch. His mother was a snowblower and the last time I saw him he was running away from a major thrashing at the hands of Freddie Prinze Jr. FREDDIE PRINZE JR., come on. That guy couldn't beat my wang." Then I told her how I told him about what a bitch he is and he agreed so he and I didn't dance in a six sided ring of fire with me coming out victorious over his shattered carcas.

After I explained all of that she decided that it was ok that we explore our relationship a little more, and by that I mean we put on some Al Green and I made her dreams come true by feeding her ham and bacon that we had killed ourselves with a makeshift spear fashioned out of Mary Kay hairbrushes. Yeah, she had always had this dream about eating fresh killed meat with a beast of a man that killed it with some form of cosmetics. After we ate she said I was glistening and then she started rubbing my stomach. Then she gazed into my eyes and said with the utmost disrespect, "Do you do 6 second abbs Master Leon", to which I replied,' NO. 7 minute abbs, not six seconds. Nobody works out in 6 seconds. There is only one thing I can do in 6 seconds.....NO. Nevermind".

Then I went home and worked on my stamina alone. It was sweet.