Death by dinner.

I'm surprised more crimes of passion aren't committed at dinner time. It seems like the one time when people can't really decide on something to eat, and things get heated.
What do you want to eat?
I dunno. You?
No preference. Just pick something.
You pick something.
You pick. I picked last night.
I'll shove a pick in your @#$%ing eyeball!
So we starve a little, and then give in to leftovers, microwave mcnuggets or Ramen noodles. Zombies, werewolves and vampires may just have it right. Blood, guts, and meat. Warm yummy meat. Bon Apetit, Y'all!

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