“I’m… I’m so ashamed…”
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“And I’m so sick of having to taste his urine before meals.”
“It comes in sweetened?”
“Why?! Why did I marry a man who’s urine I have to drink?”
“Mary… you don’t have to drink a diabetic’s urine.”
“Of course you do, Keith assured me that- OH MY GOD!”
If this was written before 1922 that shit was a death sentence. Probably not tho
