Here’s a compromise. You love me or you wouldn’t keep forgiving me for being an as*. You can be Hosea and I’ll be Gomer, your w****. Someone needs to make amends for all the s***** turmoil that has been going on, the nastiest things that caused low moral among every living thing here. You can punish me and humble yourself by marrying a w**** in public (me). To make up for my whorish past and sins, you can torture me and withhold s** from me at all times (and watch me suffer), unless it’s to make the 2-3 children that we will have. This will be my only s***** contact and you can carry on with your ridiculous s***** innuendos and ways. I won’t take part in them. I don’t want to hear another word about it. I’m so done with this.
