Yesterday I was having lunch with some friends and the topic of conversation made its way over to the lady who recently had octuplets. Our conversation went something like this:

Me: You know she had 6 kids prior. That makes 14 kids. Who the fuck wants 14 kids? Furthermore, she is on welfare, and has been for quite some time.

Billy: The thing that gets me is she was a stripper. 

Me: No!

Billy: Totally! Got out of it after “one night” because she didn’t realize that as a stripper she had to do lap dances.

Me: Tard. Have you guys heard about this religion, some Christian offshoot, called the Quivers Full Society, team or whatever, who believes that you should have as many children as you can so that you can take over the world?

Bob: Nutbags.

Me: One lady has had 19 biologics already. Let’s talk about her uturus for a second – WTF is left of it?

Bob: Only way to describe that thing – Clown Car.

The visual made me spew liquid. I can envision a doctor looking down into her neather regional maw, pulls out a baby, thinks he is done and another steps out. Then another. And Another. Reminds me of these folks.

Clown Car is a keeper.