When Hercule Poirot was once asked by his friend on his thoughts about getting married, he said that he knew of at least five murders committed by devoted husbands and at least twenty-two murders committed by devoted wives, so no–he wasn't interested in marriage.
Can't say much about husbands here, but wives I empathise.
In fact I'm probably a potential murderer at times..many times through the week so to say.
I bet it's the needling or uncalled for logical (so called) arguments, or unsympathetic remarks spoken most carelessly that leads to most harmless women turning into black widows.
Ah they do not know, but callous offhanded sentences meant to be most banal in essence without any grievous connotations can seem spiteful when uttered that way only husbands know how.
Even a silly question about buying vegetables and seemingly emphasising on the need to buy them because supposedly the fridge doesn't house vegetables to a penis bearers liking and harping on the fact that the weather isn't nearly as bad to buy vegetables and that it's just a short distance to travel can pretty much make a woman want to buy copious amounts of arsenic and lace her husbands food with crushed glass.
I mean I'm just saying.
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