smells like victory. or vomit. whatever.
ok, who's the asshole who thought "morning sickness" was an appropriate name for "puking your fucking legwarmers off every 12 minutes?" seriously. that's some sort of jedi mind shit to make the ladies think a quick burp before breakfast will ripple through their system in time to hit pilates before work. fuck that. you know what mrs. nice guy told me this morning? the smell of the newspaper made her gag. the smell of the goddamn paper. christ, and there was even some good news in there today.
posted by mr. nice guy at 9:59 PM
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It's the same people who will tell her that childbirth is easy and can be accomplished with a few quick breaths and a few grunts in time to hit the tennis court for a doubles game after lunch.
heebeejeebew, it's nice to know that mr. nice guy is finding his intended audience.
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