10/26/2013

Not Even a Little Pregnant?

Story Sent in by Hannah:

At the funky neighborhood cafe where Francis and I met up, we ordered a few tasty-looking appetizers and then he passed me a sealed envelope across the table. I opened it up. It was a greeting card, congratulating me on my pregnancy. Only thing was that I wasn't even remotely pregnant.

"You know something I don't?" I asked.

He said, "You're not pregnant?"

"No. I'm pretty sure."

He raised his water for a toast and replied, "By the end of the night, maybe you will be!"

One-date wonder, that one.
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9 comments:

  1. Steve10/26/2013 8:48 AM

    OP, you spelled your name backwards!

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  2. Ellendra10/26/2013 11:31 AM

    If the OP had been stupid enough to sleep with this guy, and HAD gotten pregnant, how much you want to bet that the guy would have claimed it wasn't his?

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  3. JMG10/26/2013 12:39 PM

    But I'm sure she could've counted on him to send a tasteful celebratory card, all the same.

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  4. TryN2Fly10/26/2013 8:07 PM

    Surprise pregnancy is why I'm strictly a back door gal until I find out if they are husband material, then I go all three holes to clinch the deal.

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  5. Steve10/26/2013 9:10 PM

    Ahh, Try, your momma sure didn't raise no fool...

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  6. tanette1310/27/2013 9:16 AM

    I keep telling y'all there's seven holes. Ears are all the rage now. Also, that's awesome Steve about the Hannah thing. I don't know why my ditzy brain didn't realize that before. Are we still doing the thing where Try is trying Steve's holes? Is that still going on? I know I've missed stuff because the thing we me and Art Vandalay is going do well...

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  7. TryN2Fly10/27/2013 6:10 PM

    Indeed Tanette. I'm having to improvise as Steve does not have a vagina. He currently thinks I'm tickling him but I'm really fingering his armpits.

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  8. tanette1310/28/2013 1:13 AM

    lol

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  9. The Architect10/28/2013 8:39 AM

    Here's a new market for Hallmark!
    Cover: Are you pregnant? Are you sure?
    Inside: Let me put on my doctor's costume and we can make sure! Have a happy one-night-stand!

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