I must confess:

My wife, after losing a wrestling match the previous evening, decided to fight dirty while I was carving the dinner poultry last night. She connected.

P A I N.

I fell over from the pain. I haven’t been hit that hard in the groin since high school. It’s a wonder that Leta is here at all. o

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