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Today I amped up by having my pregnant wife catch me ordering takeout food right after I threw

out the meal she made for me.

If it ain't taste good, then I'm throwing it in the trash.

Listen, I love my wife's cooking.

She's amazing and heaps better than I will ever be in the kitchen.

Her taste and food changed and she's been eating things she would never eat otherwise since she's pregnant,

such as seafood. Ever since she got pregnant, she's been spoiling everything with way,

way, way too much salt. Uh-oh. And let's just say the only thing that's salty is at the meal,

I'm hell salty too.

Because she's ruined the food. Yeah, she is. The food is inedible. She went to lie down since she was feeling nappy. And I threw away the food since I knew she could not tell. And I ordered takeout food. I will head outside and eat there. No big deal. She doesn't have to know. it'll be a little secret between me and the delivery guy.

Death to his part.

Little did I know.

She was listening. I will head outside and eat there. No big deal. She doesn't have to know. It'll be a little secret between me and the delivery guy.

Death to his part. Little did I know. She was listening on me. Of course, it upset her, and she began crying. She accused me of eating our food. How dare you? Never. I came up front. I told her your meal's salty as hell. she told me she never noticed and I should have pointed it out

and then she began crying even more

and said that it was true I told her your meal salty as hell. She told me she never noticed and I should have pointed it out.

And then she began crying even more and said that it was true.

I indeed hate her food.

My meals are salty.

Now apparently I won't be able to see her naked until next year.

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