Hey, Bobby. Nice baby. “Oh, yeah. Right shape, proper size.” Is that your baby? “Pretty sure it’s not. I’ve had them.” Sure. “Well, you know: I didn’t have them. My wife–” Natasha Monster. “–did all the actual ‘having.’” What did you do while that was going on? “No idea. See, Natasha had chosen the natural … Continue reading Saw My Baby Down By The Green Room