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Friday, February 09, 2007

The four most unsettling words I’ve ever heard

"I heard the heartbeat.”

Yep, my forthcoming son and/or daughter is now, inelecutably, fo’ rizzle fo’ shizzle. Hell yeah!

Posted by Johno on 02/09/07 at 04:32 PM
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