Born in March: Conceived in July
The smell of fireworks and hot dogs were thick in the air, as your young parents celebrated their freedom together. Their stomaches, full of light beer and potato salad, made sloshing noises like bags full of sick as their knees became imprinted with the checkerboard pattern of the picnic blanket on which their lovemaking commenced. America. Fuck Yeah. (via What Your Birthday Reveals About Your Parents’ Sex Lives | Modern Primate | man, that’s deep)
It’s my birthday, so I figured I’d make everyone uncomfortable by imagining all of your parents having sex.
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