She Got Hit, so What?

           In a land of dreams, there lived a dame with a silicon rear. In fact, the family is quite famous for preferring silicon over meat. This is the same gal they claimed to have used nudity and her family's eye-watering influence to subsequently become the youngest "Self-Made" billionaire thing. 

           She got laid and pumped out a kid. I mean, that's the bloody truth, ain't it? No disrespect. But when your partner is referred to as your "Baby Daddy", it's not just ridiculous, but horrifyingly hilarious.

 

              Three years or some' later, she's ready to make baby no.2 with the same dude. Fine and good for them. I do wish luck heartily. In this stone age, such news is good.

              The thing is the god-awful rubble around the womb. Her mother hints to our large brethren (They're like baby birds waiting on their mama to throw wittels in their mouths.) about the oh so gracious arrival of the little grand duke (She herself must be a duchess; that's why these ducks lick her and her family's private parts.) Somehow, she seems to like round numbers like 30, and I heard she got 11 or 10 to go. (We ain't so sure with another in the "Oven.")

               The girl has reportedly been tryna' 'Hide' her pregnancy. Probably for the fear of someone stealing the child. 

              A reputable source says she got a 'Cute Bump' and that she said she is 'Thrilled' to be pregnant. Might be so great for media and bloggers who scratch a living off popular rear ends. But you at home, what the hell are you 'Thrilled' for? Were you so excited about your own cousin's pregnancy?

              Just how many kiddies are born in the dreamland on a single day? Who knows where each of them might end up? People hit and get hit, and pump out little people. So what?