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![]() ....Valentine's Day 2010... ----Return to Main Page--- |
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It'd be cool to have this job. Baby delivering I mean. People would be like, "What do you do for a living?" I would then say that I deliver babies. They'd be thinking how lovely that is that I help bring new life into the world until I offer to bring them along to my job one day. At first they'd be like "Well no that's kind of gross and invasion of priva-" but I'd cut them off and make them go anyways. Then as I'm stuffing babies into mailboxes they'd freak out about me meaning baby delivery literally and try to stop me and then we'd fight and I'd get to scream "YOU ARE OBSTRUCTING MY INDUSTRY" a lot. That'd be neat.
-- I was going to announce something down here but then my caption kind of took up the whole box. Next time! |
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