the stress. The pressure.
I'm going to have a nervous breakdown
in a second. I mean, what if
it's a boy, I'll name it Anthony;
a girl, Diana. Or maybe
you should take this pregnancy test.
Looks like you need to pee on it
or something for it to work.
Head to the bathroom and sit on
second thought, David might
be nice, and Paige is a pretty
terrible predicament I'm in
right now. I don't have the money
to raise a kid, you know?
And what about you? Do you think
Roland is a good name? Or William?
I hope it's a girl, though. Girls can have
way too many complications.
Shit, I think I'm going to hyperventilate.
How long does one of these tests take,
anyway? Three minutes? I can't
decide if I like the name Dominique.
Or would Victoria be a better
come up with a good story for the folks,
one that doesn't involve a friggin'
broken condom, because I can't
imagine saying "condom" to my
favorite names are Melissa and Jennifer,
but do I really want to use up
all my money and time on a kid?
Three minutes is up, right?
One line? One line?!
That means you're not pregnant!
Sigh . . . Nevermind . . .
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