If having kids means I am required to purchase something called BUTT PASTE, I think that is reason in itself to go ahead and have my ovaries replaced with Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. Or something else that is equally as comforting and non-troublesome.
Also, I have posted three times today. Can you tell I am so bored at work that I'm ready to spoon my eyes out?
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