Meet your new TRB.  The primary female apparently doesn't know how to walk, tripped over her own two feet going into Michael's yesterday, and now has a radial head fracture.  She's in a sling for the next 4 weeks, and could barely move yesterday w/o crying in pain. 

What's this mean for me, the most important person in this household right now?  Not only do I have to work 8-10 hours a day at my day job.  It also makes me the temporary resident bitch.  Now I also have have to do the cooking and the cleaning.  All of her woman's work, now I have to make sure is done.  The dishes in the sink that smell up the house, yup now that's on me.  Dinner after a long day?  You guessed it!  Taking the boy to school in the morning...right here.  How could she do this to me?!?!  Doesn't she know that I am tired after a long day at work?  That fucking bitch!

So, now I am the domesticated one.  I almost felt for you other resident bitches.  Then I remembered that the job of the typical RB is to sit around all day eating ice cream and bonbons, watching soaps and Oprah, and put off all of her responsibilities until the evening when her husband is home.  This way she can bitch at him and make him feel bad for all of the "hard work" she has to do.

Day 0 TRB duties:    Make dinner (aka order pizza)
                              Make sure primary female has her pain meds
                              Make a follow up appointment for primary female
                              Get the boy ready for bed

Day 1 TRB duties:    Put last night's pizza in the fridge so the primary female had something to eat for lunch
                              Daily 9-5 man job
                              Slave over a hot stove (aka pigs in a blanket)
                              Wash dishes
                              Get the boy ready for bed

My life is clearly coming to an end.  I'd ask for nudes, but I will be too busy with my TRB duties to fap to them.  So send them to my #1 instead.  She likes your boobs.