I love suburban women.
The housewives and homemakers that shuttle the kids to school and soccer. I love these women.
They deal with the landscapers and plumbers while we work to make it all happen. They don’t really care about the stress we contain as long as we pay to release their stress.
The consistently random phone calls about the latest disaster that require our immediate attention and another outlay of cash.
WTF is it now?
Here’s some money, dear, I’m busy working.
Here’s your new Escalade, your Benz, so you can keep up with your friends and stop bothering me with your retarded made up crises.
I love these women.