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Coming Bundle of Joy

How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy

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Mad science gone horribly, horribly wrong(or right).

Coming Bundle of Joy

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Tom Baker
I, apparently, am pregnant. I must be, I mean I missed my last period, right*. My appetite is through the roof- I'm constantly hungry. And the final sign that I must be pregnant? Similac is sending me formula.

Yes, that's right- I received a sample box of baby formula with a congratulations note. And I'm continuing to get mail from Similac, telling me all about what I need to do to feed my little one.

I have no idea how I'm going to tell Minna that I'm pregnant. I'm sure she'll be surprised.

* By "last", of course, I mean "all of them", since I don't have that kind of plumbing.
  • How can it be, the pregnant man?
    I have not understood, excuse me.
    • It's a joke. I'm getting mail that one would expect if one was pregnant. I can't possibly be pregnant, so the fact that I'm getting this mail is funny.

      Humor never crosses languages well.
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