Me: “I’m getting sick.”
My Mister: “You know what’ll make you feel better??”
Me: “It better not have anything to do with your wiener, or I’m going to have to kill you.”
My Mister: ~crickets~
Me: “I’m getting sick.”
My Mister: “You know what’ll make you feel better??”
Me: “It better not have anything to do with your wiener, or I’m going to have to kill you.”
My Mister: ~crickets~