A dear, dear friend* has managed to get herself impregnated. Probably to manipulate a man into buying stuff for her, as with all female action. Despite her shrewdness, I can't get around a certain internal conflict.
On one hand, I am extremely impressed by and drawn toward her new massive set of up-tops.
On the other, I am disgusted by the tiny miracle gestating inside her belly.
As a man, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do here. Take the good and ignore the bad? Or is the whole thing tainted?
For compliance, here is an illustrative pic of a preggars Salma Hayek.
*If my dear, dear friend is reading this by some chance, this is all in jest for the entertainment of GB morons. I love you and your hogans and your soon-to-be-human that you should certainly name after me. Please do not let your insane hormones force you to take this too seriously.
On one hand, I am extremely impressed by and drawn toward her new massive set of up-tops.
On the other, I am disgusted by the tiny miracle gestating inside her belly.
As a man, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do here. Take the good and ignore the bad? Or is the whole thing tainted?
For compliance, here is an illustrative pic of a preggars Salma Hayek.
*If my dear, dear friend is reading this by some chance, this is all in jest for the entertainment of GB morons. I love you and your hogans and your soon-to-be-human that you should certainly name after me. Please do not let your insane hormones force you to take this too seriously.
