Punkin'? You asleep? Yeah, have you seen my fanny-pack? It has your "feel all better, no more boo-boos inside"medicine in it from the psychiatrist. Punkin? There's not enough phenobarbital on earth to numb the misery of being married to this insufferable, doughy, lisping SJW. I don't even think he likes girls. Christ, I married a Soy Boy.