Me: For some reason I smelled peanut butter today when there wasn't any.
Cynara: Are you sure you're not pregnant?
Me: You want me to get tested for that, don't you?
Cynara: If you don't mind.
Me: I'm pretty sure I'm...
Cynara: Look, I don't mind raising it, but Chuck has to pay child support.
Me: I'm telling him you said that.
Cynara: I'm sure any child you two had would be a good kid.
Me: Forget telling just Chuck. This is totally going in my blog.
Cynara: I'm just assuming it's his...but come on, whose else could it be?
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