by Marinalevy
I hurt. Bronchite, accompanied by just a fantastic male bass. I get upset when I start talking.
Called on the home phone.
“Allow me,” I said with a chubby bass.
I asked to call my wife on the phone.
“I’m a wife,” I answered by bass.
They were silent a little while on the phone, and then they said they didn’t condemn my way of life.
This conversation was interrupted, as I began to roast (by bass) in a completely uncultural way, and then to cough wildly.
I never knew what they needed from my wife.