Aye, good sir. My wench doth imagine I hath committed adultery after whence I had at one fair morn whilst implementing her hide-smoothing creams that did contain various sparkling dots. Her brain did turn to pasta and hence, she did claim that one pole worker did climb upon my member with her little lady that contained particles of the same nature. I shared many laughs. Hark, my time on this world grows tiresome, however I, Benni, am accustomed to such circumstances.