Becky and Sean had been honeymooning in Galle , on the southwestern coast of Sri Lanka, for just over a week. It hadn’t been going too well, truth be told, as Becky had become increasingly frustrated at her broadening waistline, and Sean had discovered the joys of cashew fenny liquor. You’re not getting fat, Becky, you’re pregnant! ... ·
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“Fuck it” said Tracy, collapsing in a tangled heap. “It’s Friday” and she proceeded to roll a fuck-off big splifferoony. “From now on I’m going to just roll with the flow”
:yahoo_star:When Tracy woke up it was the middle of the night and nobody was up. Alone in the Page Two Dimension again…..wondering what to write, but determined to make the 57th comment notwithstanding……:yahoo_peace_sign:
……wondering, actually, if it’s the 55th comment or the 57th one, as there seemed to be some confusion. Confusion! There’s that word again…..:yahoo_idk:
Not taking any chances, she decided to comment in this one as well…just to cover all options, and still pondering why she kept thinking ‘the right tool for the job’ lately……:yahoo_thinking:
Becky and Sean had been honeymooning in Galle , on the southwestern coast of Sri Lanka, for just over a week. It hadn’t been going too well, truth be told, as Becky had become increasingly frustrated at her broadening waistline, and Sean had discovered the joys of cashew fenny liquor. You’re not getting fat, Becky, you’re pregnant! ... ·
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