Poison (Adult Content)
So this evening, we’re laying in bed and McHusband tells me he’s not feeling well.
Great. Everyone knows how incredibly whiny most men are when ill. Just what I need!
I jump up to get the thermometer, take his temp. Nada. He’s fine.
So much whining (from him) and eye rolling (me) later, he tells me he knows why he’s sick.
Wait for it……………………..
“I think it’s because I need a hand job. All the old sperm is poisoning me.”
And yes, he’s still “sick”