He should be made to go sleep on the couch...the rotten oaf.
Oh, wait, they don't have one. Guess he's in the doghouse now
...since they have three of them.
Swollen feet, Swollen belly, Can't bend over to tie my shoes. My back aches like hell...this pregnancy shit is getting real old; real fast.
Oh-oh...looks like River's got another case of the 18 year flu.
Awww...at least painting makes her happy.
See, this is what happens when you woohoo with no protection.
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