How did I forget this?
Standing up makes me puke. It isn't really the baby, or a food thing. It's all the SITA (shtuff in the air). When I stand up in the morning, my nose drains, or the night drainage hits the bottom of my stomach or something. And I die.
But oh no, B won't let me die. NOW he wants to see Nugget make it out healthy and happy. NOW that I'm reconsidering the fact that I will be ill for The Rest Of The Year, NOW he is looking forward to the child. Ain't that just like a man?
Never again. All future **P's will be bought and paid for. I have spoken.
But oh no, B won't let me die. NOW he wants to see Nugget make it out healthy and happy. NOW that I'm reconsidering the fact that I will be ill for The Rest Of The Year, NOW he is looking forward to the child. Ain't that just like a man?
Never again. All future **P's will be bought and paid for. I have spoken.