If she was in the kitchen - where she belongs - this never would have happened.
I’m just saying. . .
I flew from Las Vegas to Atlanta to Boston a few years ago, a red-eye flight. I remember three women, at separate times, calling me honey at the Atlanta airport including two older black women one of whom was working at a restaurant. It was obviously very sweet and somehow I didn’t feel victimized. When I got into Boston, I saw a feminazi ad featuring pouty images of women with a variety of ridiculous bumper sticker mentality sayings including “Don’t call me honey,” “Don’t tell me what to do with my body,” etc. I wonder how the feminazis would feel about me being called “honey” just a few hours earlier in Atlanta. Be careful if America gets princess Hillary or Dizzie Miss Lizzie. Be very careful.
He should have never asked her to make him a sammich.
There is a reason why God filled them with milk and eggs...