“What’re you doing, love?” I asked the wife as she waddled into the living room, arms piled high with clothes. “Sorting out my wardrobe.” She replied. “I’m throwing these away, they’re all either too big or too small.” My money’s on small.
“What’re you doing, love?” I asked the wife as she waddled into the living room, arms piled high with clothes.
“Sorting out my wardrobe.” She replied. “I’m throwing these away, they’re all either too big or too small.”
My money’s on small.