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[thebabyone]

I was supposed to go clubbing with some girls from my Biology class (I've never been clubbing before, but they asked so I thought it could be fun, right?). But then I came home and turned on the news.

Heath Ledger died so I'm calling in sick for tonight and eating ice cream on my bed curled up with The Master.

We're watching Brokeback Mountain

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[pappybear]

[thebabyone]

Yes!

[...]

Wait, why is there a question mark. You do know what clubbing is, don't you, Pap?

[pappybear]

[thebabyone]

What?

I don't think that's the style, David.

And they might not let me go clubbing with them again if I'm all baggy-clothed and not fitting in!

[pappybear]

[thebabyone]

Not good!

They're friends. I don't want to lose them already!

I'm sure if I googled clubbing on-line I could figure out what to wear. Lacking in the baggy.

[pappybear]

[thebabyone]

But they're still friends! And they could be good friends in other... ways!

Anyway, I can totally use a makeover. Besides don't you think I'll stand out even more if I'm the only one in PJ pants?

[pappybear]

[thebabyone]

Woah!

How did we jump from less baggy clothes to pregnancy?

You're funny!

[pappybear]

[thebabyone]

But David, that's not how babies are made!

You see there's this whole thing with the birds and the bees...

[pappybear]

[thebabyone]

Don't be so dramatic, Pap!

I'll be careful! Cross my heart.

[pappybear]

[Later, after BG added onto her entry.]

No.

[thebabyone]

...no, what?