the chat on the ride home

“honey, can’t we pleeaase go to india and bring home some babies?”

“no.  if you want babies we’re just going to have to do it the old fashioned way.”

“i don’t like the old fashioned way!  i get fat *and* it takes too long and they end up funny looking anyways.”

“no, i meant i’m just going to have to marry an indian girl.”

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