When I went camping, I didn’t expect to encounter a hairy monster with huge muscles and a club that dragged on the forest floor.
One thing led to another and we did the deed.
The next day, I suffered symptoms, and Bigfoot was there to hold my hand.
Only now he says I can’t survive this pregnancy without daily infusions of his “nutrient.”
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