Quite a bit more vehement than I actually feel, but some strong words to make the single and childless among us giggle.
"This is the nail in the coffin for my quarter-life crisis. A small part of me dies inside every time a baby in conceived. The weddings I could take...open bar, good food...but the babies. It's too much. Babies turn normal people into bumper sticker, fold out wallet photo album, breast feeding weirdos."
-- A friend of friend
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Lmao, pretty much sums up how I feel.
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