So last night, I was making chocolate pudding. Then my ugly-ass wife walked in and said, "Stu, What are you doing?" to which I replied, "Making chocolate pudding." Apparently that answer was not enough for the dumb bitch, so she asked me another question. "It's 4 o' clock in the morning. Why on Earth are you making chocolate pudding?"
It was at this point that I began to contemplate suicide. I watched my own hand stirring the chocolate pudding within the pot. What on earth was I doing making chocolate pudding?
I paused for a second. My wife stared at me, waiting for my answer.
"Because I've lost control of my life."