(My husband is a surgeon)

You can imagine what a seed was.

The tampon of poor quality caught, this morning, getting, pulled off the rope

When my husband asked me why I was sitting in the bathroom for so long, I remained silent.

The husband went in, saw me with a rope in his hands and with the eyes of a sad begemot.

xhhh: damned, said "shoot your legs"

HH: And what do you think?

I pulled out for two.

I am "how skilled you are"

He said, “I am in fact every day getting every hernia from the blood-flowing people.”