Mr. Whipped – Satire
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The feeling of having a partner in life that will be there in sickness and in health is simply unbelievable, truly and literally indescribable (that is if Mr. Whipped prefers the soft comfort of his own bed). The partner, that special woman, one day comes into your life as a sweet and mild-mannered figure and for all-intents the safety of the writer; she nonetheless ends up leaving a rather sweet taste. Between the sweet and sweetness, is the so called “whipping” a loving husband must “accustom” himself to.
What is “whipping”, you ask? If you thought the rich, white, and creamy-ish item then youre definitely not too far off. Whipping consists of nothing but love of course; it is important to note and constantly remind yourself. Whether it be from taking the kids to each and every soccer game; wait let us not forget–football, volleyball, basketball, and every other sport the kids whim to “play” in-with my unbreakable patience, I happily get to cook another meal at dinner which is really a relatively easy task, not to worry dear. Its very satisfying to “know” your sitting in your five-star cubicle “doing your nails”. In addition, “whipping” has its own language which can best be described in three simple phrases – “yes dear”, “anything you say dear”, and my favorite-“at once–dear”. Eloquent isnt it? And well, since I am bringing home the dough also, I find it extremely gratifying to have a partner who I can come home to-to report every penny of the few dollars I receive from you from my/our paycheck. “Whipping” really is better left undefined.
To top off the whipping with a “sweet” cherry, it can be concluded that one of the biggest principles of the art of “whipping” is mutuality and abiding by the fact love is blind. Truly whipping is sweet from beginning to end. I am glad to call you Mrs. Whipper, but just call me Mr. Whipped.