Apparently we're getting a pet baby or something. Called spike (it hasn't earned a capital yet), I think. I don't like this idea. First of all, if Tyson doesn't hurry up and get Laura knocked up, we won't get the baby till like 2nd semester next year, at which point there won't be much time to teach it some sweet tricks (like opening our beer bottles by teething on them).
Spike, the first time me and you are home alone, you're going in the toaster. Slut.
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