Thursday, February 02, 2006

Angels Get Their Wings

It's another typical Saturday morning for a Boston-area couple. There are errands to run, tasks to accomplish and groceries and household goods to procure. They discuss what will be needed for their trip to Wal-Mart:

Man: Scoops. We need Scoops. The regular Fritos can't hold dip for squat

Woman: Okay

Man: And that Axe body spray. Old Spice smells like my dad.

Woman: Got it.

Man: We also need paper towels--but not Brawny. That new Brawny man freaks me out.

Woman: MmmHmm...

Man: Anything else I'm forgetting?

Woman: Ahhh, nothing--oh wait, we'll need the Morning After pill to eradicate that annoying little person growing in my womb

Man: Right

Thankfully, some concerned Boston women will make sure that killing an innocent defenseless child will be as easy as trip to Wal-Mart.

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