Cooking

"You can't cook." He says to me as he opens the fridge to grasp his leftover Chinese food from the night before.

"I can fucking cook!" I can feel my face getting red with anger as I say these words.

"You can't cook. What the fuck can you cook?" By this time he had already shoveled a fork full of cold rice in his mouth. "You don't even eat veggies how the fuck are you gunna cook!!! YouTube it!! Google it!!!"

The string that my anger had been holding on to had finally reached its last limit when again he asked "what the fuck can you cook?" and I could no longer contain myself.

"DICK. I cook DICK."