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If my oven weren’t bunned, I’d have a beer.
I’ve wondered to myself if a surprise pregnancy could just possibly be the meet-cute to end all meet-cutes?
His sperm, determined to one day wife her, clawed its way through the condom to tie her to him for all eternity?
“Who? My husband? By all means send him back, I’d love to meet him.”
My ebook reader slams a Gatorade when it sees me coming.
“Because you being comfortable in my house is pretty much the only criteria I’m currently using for picking a place.”
A great thing about knowing what you want is that you can start racing towards it.
