Originally Posted by
manker
Alrite, matey.
Births are somewhat over-rated.
I mean the enormity of the event that hits you afterwards is fantastic, but all the hanging around, the nine month prelude and the blood, shouting and literal shit. Ew.
Sounds a bit like a wedding
Wotcha.
Yeah, the missus has had three caesareans wot with her being a short-arsed, narrow-hipped hobbit and stuff. She likes Italian nosh, so as the knife went in, the delivery theatre was invariably pervaded with the overbearing stink of garlic and pish and shite and new life. A heady compound which makes you glad for surgical masks.
Couldn't wait to get to the pub to get the aroma out of my respiratory system. True story.
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