Graffiti the Ghost

Makin' babies via instant messenger

Every once in a while Jess and I have an IM conversation so retarded that it deserves to be shared. This one in particular exposes some of our revolutionary ideas about birthin' babies. It started with the topic of grandparents. All's I know is, we's gonna be some eff'ed up mommas someday. We might even let our babies grow up to be cowboys.

sg: time for us to start making grandparents out of our parents
jess: shut it
jess: are you getting the urge?
sg: enh we got about 5 more years before we start that
jess: i should hope so
sg: i decided i'm gonna have 4 tho
sg: i always thought it would be fun to have a big family, so why not make one myself? i got the equipment
sg: you know, play-doh, molds
jess: jesus. you'd better stay preggers for 4 years straight then
jess: your womb is gonna be all stretched out and stuff
sg: i figure by the time i'm 40 technology will be so advanced we'll be able to keep having babies till 50
sg: i'll get a replacement robowomb
jess: and you'll be able to shoot one out in the rice fields
jess: easy peasy
sg: wait, i'm not asian
sg: what am i doing in rice fields?
jess: greg? that's not you?
jess: oh shit, that's what i get for having multiple IM windows open at once
sg: ha
jess: well, potato fields then
jess: whatever it is that polocks grow
sg: meat locker
sg: this is one of those IM conversations that deserves to be blogged
jess: hah. anything that makes fun of greg deserves to be blogged, really
sg: true that

posted by stefbot @ 3:38 PM