You got home after a long day, ready to just relax when you found… the house a mess. You sighed, you asked Dutch to do one thing. This was really getting old, him not doing his share. You made a point to bring it up to him later, getting pretty fed up.

Once he got home and was confronted with your disgruntlement, he laughed. “Sweetheart… that’s the way things go! I bring home the money, the nice things, you clean, cook… you know, your womanly duties.”