Because somehow my tainted seed has managed to grab hold in my wife's belly. The lil' lady and I will be welcoming the spawn of satan into the world sometime next March. Other than my wife's non-stop craving for raw meat and the dark cloud perched above our house everything appears to be normal.
I'm pretty stoked. Sex is still unknown at this point. I'm sure many of you local CO maggs have noticed the lil' lady hasn't been drinking in sometime. Also when this thing get's backtimed it looks as though a romantic dinner courtesy of one of NYC's finest may be respsonsible.
So you guys are probably more likely to find me at a "Babies R Us" than a bar for quite some time. I think the wandering around drunk and lost in empty parking lots at 3 am chapter is starting to close, but I refuse to let the stupid skiing stop. The lil lady says I can still ski like an idiot if I like. So that's cool.
GT can finally add Grandpa to his resume and meats can add uncle.
If it's a girl her name will be "Diamond Sparkle Rose Allen". If it's a boy the name shall be "Lord Chlordnosticon Gravlax Allen". Just kidding about the names. They'll probably be pretty standard despite my wishes. The child also won't be wearing a cape and goggles and tricked into beleiving it's a super-hero from an early age. Again despite my wishes.
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