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Paula. NYC. 24
Ask me anything
My wife phoned me, panting and breathless…
“Where are you?” she shouted.
I said, “I’m at the pub.”
She said, “I think the baby’s coming.”
I said, “Well, they won’t get in. They’re underage.”
“Where are you?” she shouted.
I said, “I’m at the pub.”
She said, “I think the baby’s coming.”
I said, “Well, they won’t get in. They’re underage.”
