Regarding the person I made, he/she is allegedly the size of an avocado now, floating around inside Lynette's body. They float around in there, right? Like astronauts in outer space. Since my homemade person was merely the size of an olive a few weeks ago he/she is probably realizing that real estate in my wife is dwindling. I reckon it must feel like being trapped in a trash compactor with a Wookie after escaping from Stormtroopers. Yeah, I'm probably right.
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