Kane's wife kept on nagging him and wouldn't stop.
Until he promised to be a good doggy.
He had to bring her breakfast in bed.
Clip and paint her toenails.
Wash all the dishes.
Mop all the floors.
Get down on his knees begging.
And maybe she would give him his once a week hump.
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