Ok, ok, ok..... so, as I'm carrying my garbage down to the parking garage this morning, it occured to me that I have been lied to. Cuz I was told that when two people love each other lots and lots, their love mixes together inside the girls stomache in a huge lovin' love off battle royale to the 'life' and nine months later only one love exits, thru the lucky gals belly button and everyone smokes oversized novelty cigars in celebration of loves victory over love. Supposedly this is totes not the case at all. Supposedly all the two love birds have to do is fuck. Yuck.
Well, not believing in this whole fucking theory, but wanting my girl to think I was an open minded man of my times, we did it anyway. And the fucking fucking worked. I guess I have 'sperm'? Or as the medical community calls them: Ballium Snottus. This B.S. has been freeloading in my junk for years. Men (and women with *bonus* male genitalia) heed this warning: These spermies are in your junk, too! These lil' snots sit around all day, in your balls, planning how to knock up America's (in this case Canada's) women, so that the women give birth to cute lil' babies. Cute lil' adorable babies that grow up and steal jobs from us honest, hard working, blue collar American's (Canadians)!!!
This new found knowledge all comes too late for me, though. My sperms have already stormed the unprotected borders and held their swim meet inside my best gals insides, setting in motion a sequence of events that will ultimately lead to the loss of all my money, sleep, freetime and beer. On the brighter side, in a few more months I will have someone to steal this job of taking out the garbage!
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