“What started as a miniature problem has grown?” Danielle said grumpily to David.
“What the hell is that suppose to mean?” David responded.
“It means, this bullshit started as a small problem and now it’s a big problem.”
“Don’t Danielle me you idiot. I’m sick of the bullshit. I can’t take it any more.”
“You’re not making sense.”
“Not making sense? How much more sense could I make? Everyday it’s more and more bullshit with you. There hasn’t been a day go by in 10 years that you have come home from work and not brought this bullshit home with you. You’re bullshit stinks to high heaven and you drag it home on your boots every bloody day!”
“But Danielle I’m a beef farmer.”