Marinka: I have a stomach ache. I will probably die.
Husbandrinka: What do you think it is?
Marinka: It feels like the fat in my stomach is fighting the alcohol in my stomach and it’s a bitter battle.
Husbandrinka: You think you have cancer, don’t you.
Marinka: Just a touch, yes.
Also! even though I was going to post this exchange this morning, right before I did, I read Finslippy‘s post. So now I feel like I’m copy pants. I mean, copy breasts.
One year ago ...
- A Very Reasonable Person - 2012