Carla couldn't help but laugh: "Albert Kingsley, you've messed around with Peggy Carr too much, and now you're brain~dead!"
"Speaking of which, Albert Kingsley, you're impotent and close to dying!"
Albert Kingsley was fuming, clutching himself down there, and cursed angrily: "Carla, you damn well know I just had…"
…a circumcision.
Albert Kingsley was very self-conscious. Last time he heard that getting rid of the excess foreskin would make it bigger, so he went and did it. Problem was, he hadn't fully recovered yet, and Carla just burned it with a cigarette end… the stitches might have popped.
"What did you cut?" Carla raised an eyebrow, glancing at Albert Kingsley's area which he was covering tightly. She couldn't help it in the next second, "Albert Kingsley, I could forgive your small size, but you actually chopped off your dick?"
What the hell.
Carla almost spat out her drink.
