Really?

I saw a commercial today.  Oh boy.
Rarely do I have the urge to find the nearest Thirtysomething cracker, bash their head into Bone Chip Pudding, and scream at the mess, but this was one of them days.  Fortunately for "whitey" I never leave my house, and if I did I would find only Mexicans.

The commercial goes like this:
A man video taping his wife's cunty kitchen behavior notices that there's an ice cream cake on the counter.  He then proceeds to walk over, stick his hand directly into the cake, take a giant handful, and start to eat it.  As we've learned from t.v. men are fucking retarded and just grab cold ice cream with their bare hands or put entire avocados into the blender hoping it will become souper bole (don't wanna get sued) guacamole.
He turns around to see his wife standing there holding a knife, and she quips, "really!?"

Ugh.

First, you dick, who the fuck would do that?
Second, would that really be your response to this dumbfuck ruining your cake, lady?  Really?
I'd be screaming something more along the lines of, "I'm stabbing you right now! and I'm not sorry!"

If you're using "really" as a punchline, fuck yourself.  Fuck yourself in the ass with a baby grizzly bear and rub your body with Africanized bee honey.  When you're done sliding that sticky baby bear in and out of your gaping malebox, if the mother bear hasn't cracked open your skull to reveal the quivering black mass that you call a brain, just do me this one favor ( because I'll be honest, at this point you've cheated death to a pretty awesome degree and I'm impressed) so I'll just ask is that you stop.  It's mildly annoying.