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I was hanging out with my friend Andy watching movies over the weekend. Andy is one of those sweet guys with no mental filter, and listening to him talk is like putting some kind of magical stethoscope to his brain.

"My nuts itch. Do you like lunchmeat?" he'll say.

So we're sitting there, and he's telling me about how he and his lovely fiancee are doing. "Yeah," he says, "we've been talking about a baby. She's been talking about her biological clock and stuff."

He thinks for awhile, intent on polishing a piece of jewelry. "Yeah. She's been talking about a baby a lot."

He looks up and me after another moment, the reality finally sinking in, "I need to get that girl a guinea pig, stat!"