My wife, your infidelity has gone on long enough. I know you have taken on another lover. I sniff your panties monday through wednesday and I smell the faint scent of seamen each time.
Would you rather smell radiation to combat some sort of fateful cancer?
I have lung cancer. I've been having a holy man soak my panties in his seamen three times a week to help ward off the disease so that I may spend more time with you on this earth.
I can't say that I approve of this method. I would like to meet with this holy man so that I may at least discuss my disdain face to face.
I will give you his number, but the least you can do is prepare him a meal when you visit. The only reason I find this necessary is because I love you. Here is the address where he can be reached.
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