Me:Glowing Neighbour:Pregnant Me:No, she's on fire, just going for more wood Neighbour:You're sick Me:You're next
I'm sorry but I love another Juan.
They don't have wives
Because Paracetamol on fire.
He was losing packets.
None. They already glow.
My neighbour isn't unknowingly raising two of my goats.
A hermit crab!
Fetus deletus!