She is always griping about the mess it makes all over the place, but when I explain that when it is occurring it is impossible for the male mind to be concerned with the probability of staining expensive sheets, clothing, or whatever, she gets angry. It isn’t like it’s a faucet I can just turn off; when that point has been reached, it’s full steam ahead! The last time, it just exploded everywhere, and seeing that fine linen soaked with it caused her to explode in anger; she started slapping me and saying I was a total pig. I was humiliated by her outrage over a simple biological function that I can’t control.
I can only imagine what the minister and his wife thought of her little out-of-control tantrum. After the way she acted, I bet they never have us over for dinner again.

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