Mrs Winkleman was in love, so she agreed to marry a zombie. She thought to ward off the evil by placing holy relics on the walls (see photos). Unfortunately, Mr Winkleman's member tasted like a cross between leaf mold and steer manure (see photos). Even worse, it played havoc on his wife's intestinal tract, causing her to engage in the most extreme methods to avoid an almost constant case of the runs (see photos). The divorce is granted on the ground of incompatibility.
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