Yes. You. Get over here and siddown.
YOU, you liver colored, pear like set of bulbous steer horns called my reproductive system.
I am through screwing around with you. I put up with your god damn cramps for well nigh to 17 years now…I’ve bled like a fucking stuck pig so you can feel nice and clean and refreshed every month or so.
Well it’s on now, kitten. I want a god damn baby in that uterus and I mean now. TODAY. A. S. A. MOTHERFUCKING P.
I feed you a warm, nutritious salty supply of semen on a regular basis.
SHUT UP BITCH. It doesn’t matter how I know it’s salty. I just KNOW… OK? I’m calling the fucking shots here.
And what do you do? Reject it. eww eww…we don’t like that sperm … ew ew ew ewwww. We’re eggs. We’re better than you…
Well I got news for ya, Miss High and Mighty;
If you slough yourself this month…it is all over for you, Sally. ALL OVER. I’m not sure how I’m going to punish you, but god knows I’m gonna if there isn’t a cute little pink and brown fish eyed alien like thing growin’ inside you by October that I can brag to my mom about when I go down to Charlotte.
Maybe I’ll take rides on vigorous rollercoasters, with the bar RIGHT ACROSS MY MID SECTION.
Maybe I’ll play catch with a medicine ball.
These are just options, bitch. I’ve got a million of them…just try me.
So shut your cervix, stock up on that velvety uterine lining and get ready to sing some cock sucking, motherfucking lullabies…STAT.
It’s just about time you started earning your fucking keep, you pulsing,viscous inverted pear.
Over.
and OUT.