Carla couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Albert Kingsley, you've been fooling around with Peggy Carr too much, and ended up worn out, huh?"
"Now that you mention it, Albert Kingsley, you're impotent and not far from death!"
Albert Kingsley was fuming, clutching himself in anger, and cursed: "Carla, you damn well don't know I just got a..."
Got a circumcision.
Albert, who was very concerned about his image, had heard last time that cutting off the excess skin would make it bigger, so he went for it. But it hadn't fully healed, and just now Carla had accidentally burnt him with a cigarette, possibly tearing the stitches.
"You got what cut?" Carla raised an eyebrow, glancing at Albert's crotch, which he was covering tightly. The next second, she couldn't hold back anymore, "Albert Kingsley, it's one thing if you're small, but did you actually cut your own dick off?"
Holy shit.
Carla almost spit out her drink.
