so I brought my writer wife
(prominently pregnant)
to the hospital
and on her bed, she screamed:
*"weren't" "hasn't" "couldn't" "shan't"
"aint" "hadn't" "you're" "isn't"
"aren't" "didn't" "wasn't"
"who's?" "what's?" "he's" "she's"*
The doctors were confounded
and they turned to me and they said:
"What the hell is she doing?"
And I replied with double speed
and a violent sense of urgency:
*"Don't you know?
She's having contractions -
she's a writer"*
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
so I brought my writer wife
(prominently pregnant)
to the hospital
and on her bed, she screamed:
*"weren't" "hasn't" "couldn't" "shan't"
"aint" "hadn't" "you're" "isn't"
"aren't" "didn't" "wasn't"
"who's?" "what's?" "he's" "she's"*
The doctors were confounded
and they turned to me and they said:
"What the hell is she doing?"
And I replied with double speed
and a violent sense of urgency:
*"Don't you know?
She's having contractions -
she's a writer"*
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