The husband desired. You must still be good in b.*.d. and refrain from beating me and trampling on me.
Despite receiving a large number of applications, she was unable to locate anyone qualified after a few weeks.
She heard her doorbell ring just as she was ready to give up.
A man without arms or legs is seated in a wheelchair when she opens the door.
“May I assist you?” She queries.
“It’s me, your new husband!” the man adds with a smile.
“You have to be kidding.” The female chuckles.
“Well, give it some thought,” he adds. “I can’t defeat you since I don’t have arms.
I can’t walk all over you since I don’t have legs.
The woman asks, “Are you still good in b.*.d.?” as her eyes narrow.
“The man smiles as he reclines in his chair.
“Did I not ring the doorbell?”