Last I checked gas, indigestion, and one or two little squirts of diarrhea eight hours ago are not medical emergencies my dearest pregnant lovelies. They do not require an ambulance ride to the hospital. And they really don't even require a visit to the hospital. We're ok with you having gas. I really am just so sorry you gorged yourselves so heavily yesterday that you caused these problems which you expect us to magically fix immediately, but really. I just don't think I could be happier to be done with you and your fragrant behinds and home with my exhausted husband.
Who is in the bathtub.
Watching How I Met Your Mother.
Because he is just that cool and only has 12 more hours of work before his torturous sentence is over.
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But, but...are you sure? Is it still in there? Are you sure?
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