If by some miraculous stroke of fate I were to find myself the sperm repository responsible for infecting some poor woman's uterati with my demon-seed, chances are I would get down on my knees and beg for that baby. After all nothing goes better with a bottle of cheap rum than a giggly fat baby. Chances are more likely that I would end up begging the abortion clinic for my failure, and fail it would inside a glass jar of my own custom design. I would care for my fetal sidekick in the best way I know how, feeding the little bloody bastard tubifex worms and fish flakes, letting it get the sunlight it requires for proper Vitamin D so it's little spine doesn't get scoliositic, perhaps even letting it air out if the breeze blows rightly. Just me and my jar baby. Everyone else? Fuck 'em all! We don't need 'em. Everyone else can just go to hell. Jar baby, I love you and your abortal lust for life. (36,516)
Mon Apr 21, 2008 7:30 pm So I've been thinking I could incorporate jar babies sleep tube into some sort of head apparatus. Sort of like a fetus turban. Me and jar baby could sail the oceans blue.
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