He’s whining about floorboards, laundry, some pointless doctor's appointment, and general masculine grievances—this woman can barely find anything else to complain about. Honestly, it makes me want to kill them just to give them some peace. 🙂
It's simple. You have to hit a sparrow with a slingshot in as few tries as possible, chug a minute's worth of dark wine straight from an ExxonMobil drum without spilling a drop, mow a field back and forth without making any S-curves, buy a round for the entire bar, and introduce yourself to someone like a local in a small town in Ohio by saying "I'm Joe." That's it. Not exactly rocket science.