“Tell him he can ask me anything else, but this is one fetus I can’t give him.”
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Hello, Fetus. Come and play with us. Come and play with us, Fetus. Forever… and ever… and ever.
Raiders of the Lost Fetus
“This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue fetus - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red fetus - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the birth canal goes.”
William Fetus Wallace: You have come to fight as fetuses, and fetuses you are. What will you do as fetuses? Will you fight?
Veteran Fetus: Fight? Against that? No! We will run. And we will live.
William Fetus Wallace: Aye, fight and you may die, run and you’ll live. At least a while. And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they’ll never take our freedom!
[Fetus army cheers]
Theirs was a forbidden love, but who were they to deny Fate?
This pod of Tiny Plastic Fetuses dream of the day they will appear in their very own reality television show, glorifying the fine art of giving birth to too many kids you can’t afford.
Beer is “inhaled” and “exhaled” by the tiny plastic fetus. It is essential that beer be breathed into the lungs in order for them to develop normally.
Too little beer can be a cause or an indicator of problems for the mother and baby.
Recent studies show that beer contains a considerable quantity of stem cells.
Sleep, Tiny Plastic Fetus, do not cry, and I will sing a lullaby.
“Stocking stuffer” is a horrible euphemism! thought Tiny Plastic Fetus.