DD has aspergers. she is fine if things are just so ad don't deviate from her 'norm'..
on saturdays she has pizza.
she saves half of her pizza to eat for breakfast on sunday morning.
This is the law of DD.
How many fucking sodding bastard times is DH going to eat the fucking pizza? even just one piece? This means DD goes off on one, ranting and squawking and will now be in a mood for the rest of the fucking day.
Yes, DD should learn that a piece of pizza isn't the end of the world but FUCKING HELL!!!!!
HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES???????????????????????????????????