I can handle it. But it stinks, if you ask me, really stinks, that you get to go out somewhere drinking beer while I'm stuck at Baby Central. Just because you have a penis."

"We'll think fondly of you over beer, me and my penis."

She ate a little more, then smiled slowly. "You've still got to be in the birthing room when she pushes it out."

"Shut up, Eve."

"Your penis won't save you then, Pal.

Author: J.D. Robb

I can handle it. But it stinks, if you ask me, really stinks, that you get to go out somewhere drinking beer while I'm stuck at Baby Central. Just because you have a penis."<br /><br />"We'll think fondly of you over beer, me and my penis."<br /><br />She ate a little more, then smiled slowly. "You've still got to be in the birthing room when she pushes it out."<br /><br />"Shut up, Eve."<br /><br />"Your penis won't save you then, Pal. - J.D. Robb

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