Text from earlier in the day, from me to Bad-Ass: I’m not gonna be a mother, happy birthday to me! 
Bad-Ass: What’s this about not being preggers?
Lynx: haha I’m not preggers 
Did I not tell you that I had to get Plan B because Floppy is trying to make Flop-A-Lynxettes with me?
Bad-Ass: LOL You say it like he’s breeding you
Lynx: Dude he totally is trying to sire bastard children!
Bad-Ass: Sow his wild oats in you lol
