The Miracle of a Miscarriage


So I dated this girl. She was on birth control, so I had the great pleasure of releasing my gooey goodness inside her. Somehow though, eventually I got her pregnant. So for about a week we talked about what we wanted to do, you know, keep the baby or stick a hanger up there or something. And then it happened. She had a miscarriage. And I got kinda sad when she told me. I was really starting to think she would have made a great single mother.

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