I figured nothing says "Thank you"
like a few nude photos. Apparently,
though, the priest who married us
would have preferred a simple card.
(Lori Petterson) @ruminate.com
Posted by Bittle at 10:26 AM
June 20, 2014:
You met a person. Let's say it was a woman. You were drunk. She looked good to go. You hooked up. She took you to her place. Things got kinky. You didn't bother to wear a condom. You woke up and slipped away before dawn. You got home. You showered. You patted yourself on the back and forgot about it after telling the story to your buddies.
Nine months later there's a phone call. "A blood test? For what!?! Who's calling? How'd you get my number? Oh, the police..."
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Posted by Bittle at 10:29 AM