In a perfect
world I would be taller, you would be alive,
and chickens could cross the road without
being the subject of a joke.
Tags: humor
No, I’m done! I’m tired, I’m sweaty, I’m in agony, and why do I feel like I need to shit?”
“It’s totally natural to feel that way,” said Grace in a placatory, calming voice. “Some women even have one during labor.”
“What?” The word dripped with horror. “Women can shit when they’re in labor? Tell me that won’t happen to me! Don’t you let me shit, Grace!
She had long ago concluded that it was impossible to find guys who were considerate and sensitive as well as hot. Well, impossible to find some that didn’t already have boyfriends of their own anyway.
Suzanne WrighttWanna go to bed and play doctors?”
Chuckling, she punched his arm. “No, I don’t.”
“Sorry, that was immature. How about playing gynecologists?”
Again, she chuckled.
“I would, but lunch is calling my name loud and clear.”
“Baby, I’ll call your name as loud and clear as you want.
In your day a guy named Noah was building an Ark.
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