Last night Jesse and I ate Pizza Papalis for dinner. I ate a lot and was kicking back on the couch with my feet up on the coffee table when Jesse said something about me giving birth. I thought it was a crack at my fat belly but it was more a comment about the way I was sitting with my legs wide open. He was sitting next to me and stuck his belly out and said, "I'm 3 months pregnant." I looked at his belly and said, "Oh that's way more than 3 months." And then I realized how mean it was and started to laugh hysterically. But what I meant is that I think most people don't even show at 3 months. Yeah. That's it.
We were watching the U of M vs. Wisconsin football game and I said I hate that they add the yellow lines on the field to show you where first down is. Jesse asked why I don't like it. I said that I know where the mark is and it makes me mad that they assume I am too retarded to figure it out. Then Jesse said they help him. Oh.
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Maybe you should uninstall those stirrups from your coffee table so that you aren't confusing birthing with lounging.
see the problem is that someone i know didn't win any stirrups at an auction so i don't have any stirrups. but that would be really cool.
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