
getting knocked up has to be a pretty raw deal. not only can could we as a couple not afford to eat for two, we’d be immediately forced to resort to eating for three. and there are only so many hot pockets in a packet, baby. you are the weakest link.
that being said it would be pretty rad to name a baby “Batman” or “All You Haters”. ‘cause then me and the missus would just get really baked and say things like “ALL YOU HATERS GO TO YOUR ROOM” or “BATMAN EAT YOUR PEAS GODDAMIT” or something because no-one in their right mind should have a kid if they still think skinny jeans are a good idea.
fuck, we’d probably name him “Plus One” just so we could get into shows for free. wait. thats a brilliant idea.