“You’re a fат, ugly вiтсh,” I yelled to my wife.
“You’re a lazy ваsтаrd,” she yelled back.
“You’re a moany сunт,” I replied.
“You’re a thick shiт,” she said.
“Well, you smell like shiт,” I said.
“You look like shiт,” she said.
“I wish you would fuскing die,” I said.
She was too upset to reply though. For the next hour or so, we talked about the good old days and we both said sorry to each other.
“Let’s start again,” she said.
“Okay…” I said.
“You’re a fат, ugly вiтсh…”