Can anyone explain how it is my bladder cannot distinguish between the key being inserted in the front door lock and me sitting on the toilet with my underwear around my ankles?
I can but your not going to like it... its called "age" darling.
Reminds me of the Sex and the City... "Is your who ha depressed?" "Does it need a side of fries?"
Wait for it... its gets better after you have children. Then you don't even think about taking stairs without a handfull of napkins stuffed in your who ha!
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Welcome to my world. But it usually happens for me at the bar. niiiiiiiiiiice.
I can but your not going to like it...
its called "age" darling.
Reminds me of the Sex and the City... "Is your who ha depressed?" "Does it need a side of fries?"
Wait for it... its gets better after you have children.
Then you don't even think about taking stairs without a handfull of napkins stuffed in your who ha!
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