Female 18-25. 188 words. Kate: “Poonie Junior?” From: When the Levee Breaks.

By Paul Pasulka

By the way, is your fiancée a foreigner? Cause when you called her and told her the wedding was off - after you smoked that stuff - you called her, like a foreign name. Oh, yeah. Vagina dentata. But I thought dentata meant teeth. I don’t think that would be very comfortable. For anyone involved. You were like, (singing) “I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s Farm no more.” I couldn’t believe you’re really giving her everything. The bonds. The condo. The time share in Barcelona. I don’t know if that’s prudent. I mean, I know you want to live off the land. Write banjo music and everything, but I think it’ll be a while before those things make money. I don’t need much. And Poonie Junior- well he won’t need much until he - What? On the pill?

No, silly. You asked, “You’re covered, with the pregnancy thing?” And I am. Conception Flower Essence. Every day for the last fifteen days. And at exactly two forty-seven and twelve seconds in this morning I was at the peak of my fertility. Aren’t you excited? You told me how much you wanted my baby. And a cocker spaniel.