Mrs. Ca9ine Quits Smoking

Mrs. Ca9ine has now vowed to quit smoking.
I’m not sure how I feel about that.
I feel a little exposed…
To rage that is.

Previous attempts has been quite,
I’m gonna go out on a limb here,
and I’m gonna call it abusive.

So let me paint a picture for you;

Ca9ine walks into the kitchen, makes a sandwich. When finished making it and tidying up, there’s one crumb left, almost invisible on the counter. Ca9ine eats his sandwich, enjoys it in fact, and all is good. Suddenly Ca9ine has no pants on, no boxers and the one breadcrumb is firmly placed in Ca9ine’s anal cavity.

Ca9ine brushes his teeth at the end of the day, spits in the sink and washes away the remaining spit and tooth-paste. Teeth are feeling nice, and Ca9ine is ready for bed. When Ca9ine takes a final look in the mirror, his tooth-brush is firmly inserted into Ca9ine’s right nostril. Ca9ine missed a spot in the sink.

Conclusion:
Ca9ine drives in the middle of the night to the nearest open gas station, and purchases a pack of cigarettes for Mrs. Ca9ine…