WHAT TO DO IF YOUR HUSBAND EATS HAIR PERM

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Why it worked

The video uses an absurd and shocking premise to grab attention, combined with dark humor and relatable (though exaggerated) relationship dynamics. The creator's deadpan delivery and the unexpected twist of taking a picture rather than helping contribute to its shareability.

Summary

The creator humorously describes a hypothetical situation where her husband eats hair relaxer. She jokes about taking pictures and not intervening, suggesting it reflects poorly on her own judgment for being married to someone so foolish.

Structure

1Introduction of the absurd scenario
2The husband's actions with hair relaxer
3The creator's reaction and decision not to intervene
4Taking a picture as evidence
5Reflecting on her own poor judgment
6Concluding with a dark humor about his funeral

Product placement

Mizani Butter Blend Relaxer (shown in a split screen, but not the focus of the narrative)

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WHAT TO DO IF YOUR HUSBAND EATS HAIR PERM

Original caption

Would rather have no husband than one capable of this level of gluttony and idiocy. #hairrelaxer #husbandsbelike #divorce

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Transcript

That's me. You're probably wondering how I ended up in this situation. If my husband got into bed with a bucket of hair relaxer, perm, and a spoon and started eating it like a gluttonous freak. All I would do is ask, has the life insurance policy been paid on time? Are we all set there, sweetie? And I'd let him finish. Then I'm gonna say, you look so cute right now. Let me just snap a cute little picture of you with. Smile. Hold it up. Hold it up. Hold it up. Survival of the fittest, baby. I'm not intervening. In fact, I'll sit there and judge myself. Like if he's that dumb, and I'm married him. God forbid, procreated with him and made little dumblins. What the fuck does that say about me? I can't let people know. When the coroner does his toxicology report and starts asking me questions. I'm whipping out that picture. And I'm saying, look at this. You see that? That was his favorite snack. There was nothing I could do about it. Couldn't get enough of the dark and lovely. Clearly. Or the just for me. Or the olive situation. What you know what I mean? And I wouldn't cry at his funeral. I wouldn't cry at his funeral.