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Possibly Inappropriate Responses to "How's the new baby?"

What new baby?

Oh no, we couldn't afford a new baby. This one's previously-enjoyed.

Not really fitting in, I'm afraid.

Let's just say that some people aren't always who they say they are.

Let's just say that sometimes evil things come in small packages. And diapers.

Never attends team meetings.

You know, that pilot license of hers is only good if she uses it.

Really, really lazy.

Fine, thanks. We visit her at least twice a week.

Hangin' out, trying to make it happen. Crunch, crunch.

Honestly? She's kiiiiiiiiiind .... of a weirdo.

The kings of the earth, and the great men, and the rich men, and the chief captains, and the mighty men, and every bondman, and every free man, hid themselves in the dens and in the rocks of the mountains; And said to the mountains and rocks, Fall on us, and hide us from the face of him that sitteth upon the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb: For the great day of his wrath is come; and who shall be able to stand?

Last night we had a long talk. A long talk.

So far, so good: we've been able to maintain her birth weight.

I don't know. You tell me.

Stinky.
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  1. Susan Schwake10:33 am

    oh ho ho ho! are you contemplating stand up? well you could do it with those one liners. it's obvious that oona has struck a chord with the comedic side of you.
    what a bonus!
    it's all about the long haul.
    it's almost friday -- have a beer -- prost!

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  2. Krista11:26 am

    Stinky seems to be the least shocking out of all of these.

    Not really fitting in hahaha, oh dear that's so tragic.

    Glad things are going well enough that you're funny bone is still in working order.

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  3. stef12:07 pm

    Hangin' out, trying to make it happen. Crunch, crunch.

    by far my favorite :)

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  4. Shaz3:19 pm

    ^_^

    http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/6286/eat7lp.gif

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  5. Jeannetto1:10 pm

    Shit, was I supposed to ask about the new baby?

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