The convo went something like this:
V: If I ever get preggo i'll find a way to scrape up the money for an abortion. (like the pun?!)
B: Offers to raise/take the child
V: Sweet, you can have it in a jar when they are done.
My Derby Wife and I, we're going to hell. In a handbasket. Full of chocolate donuts, muppets, and 80's music. It is VERY fun in our basket. You should join us in there. All the funnest people are going to hell...