Think of our son
Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 4:28 am"I'm sick of you teasing me about my weight," my wife snapped as she walked out the door.
"Please babe don't go," I pleaded. "Think of our son."
"What son?" She said.
"Please babe don't go," I pleaded. "Think of our son."
"What son?" She said.
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