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"Doctor, may I speak to you outside?"

He got in front of me, I pushed him down,

and I locked the door.

"Let's do this! Huff and puff and squeeze. Why is it not

breathing? Oh well, what do we have here?

Check this out my Dear."

Afterbirth Slip-N-Slide have a goodtime

even though it died.

It's a party at your bedside, it's alright,

you're not a Mother tonight.

A cheesy mixture of fluids beneath my feet.

Embryonic purple slippers fuel my comedy.

"look at me, I'm dead baby ice-skating. Don't you look at me like that. Smile or I'll give you a smack. At least you lost 8 pounds."