Gabby Windey

Ouch, it hurts.

And has some kind of tracker to further gather blackmail.

You sick fuck.

Maybe you're going to shove the pill in the back of her throat like you would to your chihuahua who has Addison's and needs steroids every day.

Because I bet you own, I bet you own a little dog that fits in your disgusting purse full of all other medications like a, like a Senacol, like a Augmentin, like a, um, any other thing, like a Viagra that goes in your little purse with your little dog.

Because that's what you are, a little man.

And you vowed to be wed to this woman, Melinda Gates, forever and ever.

And then you want to drug her?

You want to poison her?

Till death do you part?

Poisoning her with an STD you planned to give her followed by some sort of a lewd?

I know you.

I know your type.

You've been hoarding lewds from the 80s for this very reason, and you know what?

I would like to entreaty to give me some.

Because I've been dying to try.

I've been dying to try, but that's besides the point.

You should not secretly give it to your wife or anybody else.

Or, or, shall you poison her with some kind of antibiotic that she did not consent to?

What are you going to do about the other 10 days that she needs to have it twice a day?