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| I can't believe I work fifty hours a week and my husband still expects me to do the laundry! | |
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| That's nothing! I work sixty hour weeks and my husband has me do the cooking and the cleaning. | |
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| I wish I had it that easy! During my seventy hour week, my unemployed husband has me give him a two-hour massage after every meal I cook. | |
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| Ha! After my seven or eight naps, I'm catered to and cooed over by everyone who comes near me! | |
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| Now that I've won the conversation, how about a changey? | |
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