I sent my wife a dirty text. “I can’t wait to get home and lick your sopping wet axe wound! X”
I could tell she wasn’t in the mood as soon as her reply arrived.
“For Christ sake. You’re meant to be calling me an ambulance!”.
I sent my wife a dirty text. “I can’t wait to get home and lick your sopping wet axe wound! X”
I could tell she wasn’t in the mood as soon as her reply arrived.
“For Christ sake. You’re meant to be calling me an ambulance!”.