You kats that picked #3 are tripping something serious. Idk how a girl can be hilarious and easily angered simultaneously. Those shyts are an oxymoron.
You'd be walking around with a permanent
face with the amount of tomfoolery she'd be putting you through. Imagine getting off from work after a long day, all the while expecting your fantastic cook of a wife to throw the fukk down when you get off...you whip in and get inside just to see the trash that you forgot to take out by the front door with a note that says "Your dinner is inside"
Nah, fukkalladat, get me the boring dime that gives me peace of mind. I'll teach her how to cook simple shyt and seafood the way we both like it.