Brunch with the pawn shop gynecologist.
here we have the actual tissue where I dispatched lots and lots of potential child support payments.
came and went with a few breaths and worthless to all outsiders.
I can’t buy and sell these perfect little chances at life.
but you could probably find a way.
there’s a lot somewhere with a guy in a fucking awesome suit.
that guy could be you…wait, there’s more?
YES! much, much more.
he’ll (remember, this could be you) be busy with his fingers in some pregnant lady’s pussy pitching to her, the the idea that ONLY HE can make that kid worth something more than what he’s worth now, however, he might have to cook the books a little bit.
just the fact that his fingers came within inches of that unborn smear of jelly ups the resale value.
factor in the interest, we’ve got a worthwhile commodity on our hands.
so what says the lady?
…it’s one of a kind.
cough it up.
