Punchline | Dany Owens
Once upon a time, in a faraway land called Seventh grade Sleepover, there lived three girls, all long time friends. Long considered the "three musketeers," we would always spend our Friday nights together, the only variation being the location and the latest crush du jour.
During the course of one giggly late night discussion, somehow the concept of artificial insemination came to the forefront. Don't ask me how, or why, it just did.
My friend and I blushed and laughed uproariously for upwards of thirty seconds, enjoying a good laugh on an embarrassing topic.
More laughs ensued when the third girl, looking a little puzzled, asked us to explain it to her. We resisted for all of two minutes, enjoying the feeling of "I know something you don't know."
Finally, when she prevailed upon us and the basic idea was set forth, all she had to say was "What's the fun in that?"
During the course of one giggly late night discussion, somehow the concept of artificial insemination came to the forefront. Don't ask me how, or why, it just did.
My friend and I blushed and laughed uproariously for upwards of thirty seconds, enjoying a good laugh on an embarrassing topic.
More laughs ensued when the third girl, looking a little puzzled, asked us to explain it to her. We resisted for all of two minutes, enjoying the feeling of "I know something you don't know."
Finally, when she prevailed upon us and the basic idea was set forth, all she had to say was "What's the fun in that?"
1 Comments:
nah, nevermind my comments are far too edgy for this republican environment.
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