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Its spring time
and the doves are mating. I happened to stumble upon a couple, and not
thinking about the timing, I thought maybe one of my cats had hurt one
of the flying country rats. The racket they were making in the trees
had me conjecturing of a wounded bird that needed my help.
Wrong!!
I
disturbed an intimate moment and I fear my car will be the target of
misplaced sexual frustrations. Do you know how hard it is to scrape off
bird poo filled with berry jism?
As they fluttered off, in a
haze of procreational interruption, I could not help but think of my
current lust for procreational avoidance. Pharmacults will not conceive
of a pill that works for anyone over 35 without making it clear that
protection could kill us in numerous ways.
Apparently,
protection is for the young and promiscuous. Anyone over the age of
'old' in todays standard of media hype (which is about 27) should be
tethered to an abstinence wheel chair because the thought of old chicks
doing it is way too gross to conceive, baby or pill for.
Yah, well?!!!
Its
just as gross to think that a 70 year old has a perpetual hard on
because of his blood meds and surfing the net for girls lucky to be
young enough to be on the pill.
Where is the man pill?!!
It takes two to tango and rustle up a baby. Just because the guy doesn't show doesn't mean he less pregnant than the chick.
A
women has the right to choose the little bundle of joy or to make it a
stem cell research project, while the co-pro man is left only with the
consequences of the woman's decision.
So I ask, who should really be worried about birth control?!
