Embarrassing Truthful Tuesday
So when I was in middle school (or maybe a little before), a friend told me that the sex of a baby was determined by who was the more aggressive person in bed. I think at the time in my mind that meant who was on top.
So, for all of middle school I would meet my girl friend’s parents and get awkwardly shy around the moms.
I never said I was the sharpest crayon in the box.
Three pregnant women are in their obstetrician’s waiting room. The first woman says “I’m sure I’m having a boy this time, because my husband was on top when we did it and I always have boys when he’s on top.”
The second one says “Well I’m having a girl, then, because I was on top when we did it.”
The third woman begins to cry. The other two ask her what’s wrong. She wails, “I’m having puppies!!”
How to Make a Baby by photographer Patrice Laroche and Sandra Denis, the mother of his new baby daughter Justine.
Are they going to stick the air hose up the kid’s butt every couple of months for the next eighteen years?
linanneblack replied to your post: Having Mexican with the Internet is becoming a thingWell… isn’t that how you prove you aren’t an Internet Murderer?
Mexican food. Allowing well-meaning individuals to prove they aren’t psychotic murderers from the Internet since 1521.
Mexican food: not an internet murderer. Pub food: not an internet molester. Sushi: FREAKING ANYTHING GOES, MAN.
Sushi: Not internet pregnant.