Breastmilk.

My wife’s boobs have become engorged with it.   These days she seems to be either sleeping, or hooked up to a cow-milking device, harvesting the endless gallons of boobmilk that’s coming our way.  It’s like we’re playing Monopoly, and she keeps landing on Waterworks.

She’s all leaky, too.  It looks like some punk kid keeps shooting [...]