BBQ Chicken


I went to the doctor to make sure my baby maker can make babies. It’s this whole planned out process. Makes we wanna just go on birth control. Mostly for the control, you know? I think about stuffed avocados and wonder whether I’d enjoy them and then think about how much I love bbq chicken fresh off the grill. There’s so much to lose if I get pregnant again makes me wonder if any of this is even worth it.

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