I was at the pub, with someone from work, discussing the never-ending topic that is babies.
My consistent lack of desire to breed, is constantly questioned incredulously.
Because, how can that be true? Why bother being alive? Surely all a woman is meant for is to squeeze out some brat and then die.
So she says, (she’s french)
“For me, that ees ze meaning of life, to ‘ave a baby. What else can ‘ou do with a vagina?”
I reply, grinning ear to ear
“I can think of a lot of things you can do with a vagina…”
( Of course she’s pregnant now. Figures)