“I’m sick of you teasing me about my weight,” my wife snapped as she walked out the door.<br />“Please, ваве, don’t go,” I pleaded. “Think of our son.”<br />“What son?” she said.<br />“You’re not pregnant?”
“I’m sick of you teasing me about my weight,” my wife snapped as she walked out the door.
“Please, ваве, don’t go,” I pleaded. “Think of our son.”
“What son?” she said.
“You’re not pregnant?”