Day after heargbreaking day I was held in an unyielding web . . . a web spun by my husband’s indifference. I couldn’t reach him any more! Was the fault mine? Well. . . thinking you know about feminine hygiene, yet trusting to now-and-then care, can make all the difference in married happiness, as my doctor pointed out. he said never to run careless risks . . . prescribed “Lysol” brand disinfectant for douching – always.
What the fuck? Ladies, remember to douche with Lysol if you want a man!
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“I wouldn’t be satisfied with salt, soda or other homemade solutions!” – W.T.F. O___o (eeww?)
i for one, will NOT eat lysol-laced poon tang.
It’s a miracle any of us were born.