Donna's husband had the sensitivity of fifty-one Civil War generals, and he wasn't afraid to cry too. One day, while he was shaving his *****, there was a terrifying knock on the door. It was Joe Biden. "Jesus God! It's Joe Biden!" Donna screamed. "What?!"  Donna's husband exclaimed. "Yes, it's me, Joe Biden," Joe Biden said calmly like a man with prostate swelling. "Are you here to buy my prostate because it's not for sale!" Donna's husband exclaimed indignantly because when it comes to selling his prostate he doesn't want to. "Of course you can buy his prostate," Donna butted her big fat lard *** in. Joe Biden smiled upon hearing that and fell over like a beer bottle with a hole in it. "Jesus H. God!" Donna's husband exclaimed while running to the bathroom to empty his urinary bladder to prevent F.U.B.R.P.E., full urinary bladder related prostate explosion.