Who ever said that doctors don't lie to you is, well, lying. Case in point, Holly's doctor said that if she just put in a tiny, little IUD, she would not have to worry about getting pregnant ever again. Well, she lied. She must not have known about it, or at least did not check into the effect that large consumptions of Red Bull have on a person's ability to produce rapidly swimming sperm with wings. It should be clear. I mean, she has seen the commercials, right? But alas, she must not have believed them, because sure enough, we found ourselves with a pregnant Holly, and I was left holding the Red Bull can.
When we told the doctor of Holly's condition, she checked the IUD and found out, to her surprise, that it was placed perfectly and should have been at least 100 percent effective. Or whatever she said about percentages and sperm and sex.
But her lack of knowledge about Red Bull was our gain, as we could never be happier than when we get to spend time with our angel. WE LOVE HER. She makes our lives full and complete. We could never have been as happy as we are now. She is our everything. And who do we have to thank, a bold and efficient company from Austria that dared to create a drink that renders all birth control ineffective. For that, we will love you forever, Red Bull.
2 comments:
I can't wait to see her! She's beautiful (like the others). I'm so happy you're blogging! Hopefully it won't take too much time away from the important teaching you described above. :)
A man has to multi-task. Even Albert Einstein had to keep a record of his genius. I consider this work similar.
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