The Bastard

“You’ve got to feel this,” she cried excitedly as she grabbed his hand and put it on her belly.

“Yeah, that’s great,” came his half-hearted reply.

Angry, she shoved his hand away from her. “Why do you have to be such a bastard,” she huffed. “This,” she pointed back to her belly, “is because of you.”

He sighed. “This isn’t what I signed up for.”

“It doesn’t matter. If you want me, you have to take this too.”

“I swear, if you weren’t so hot, I wouldn’t put up with this crap.”

“Crap? You dare call what’s in here ‘crap’?”

Just then, she lifted her leg and passed gas incredibly loudly. “That’s just great,” she yelled. “You helped create that and now it’s gone, thinking that its daddy didn’t care about it.”

“You know, it really creeps me out when you talk about your farts as if they’re children,” he sighed again. “And we’re never going back Taco Bell.”

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2 comments on “The Bastard

  1. 1jaded1 says:

    Only you could make this hilarious.

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