Shyla is sick and tired of her husband and his panzy ass ways. He is constantly trying to woo her with chocolates, flowers and sappy poems when all she wants is a real man who can fuck the living shit out of her. The breaking point is when he tries to make yet another romantic dinner and accidentally burns the meal, setting the fire alarm off. When the fireman shows up Shyla realizes that she can have the manly pounding she has always wanted.