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Solidest Fertility Advice Ever! Don't Try to Kiss Me For It!

Because my doctor screamed NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO! for these:





I am replacing all of that with the right food to get strapping pregnant!







HeeHaw!




^WiseGuy^




Meanwhile, I am out to not get sued by openly claiming that I did not make the pics....got them from the sweet Berners-Lee invention and want to let the rights rest wherever they are!

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  1. Potatoes? Really?

    Now that's a new one on me, she types whilst waiting for two humungus spuds to bake in the oven! Still, we're not allowed to try at the moment.

    xxx

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  2. That was too funny! Was not expecting the snorting pic (brought back terrible memories from my high school days! ... why oh why didn't I get knocked up when I was 18 ... SHOOT!!)

    I hate those darn (fertile) crack whores!!

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  3. Wiseguy you certainly are :)

    Potatos? Did he really say that, the rest is no surprise really but tatoes?

    x

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  4. Yeah, I didn't see the potatoes either?!

    LOL! You are too funny.

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  5. Wasn't expecting any of that, and laughed so abruptly that I snorted! Very unattractive! lol

    Funny enough, I bought that same coffee graphic (on a magnet) for my dad last year. :)

    On a serious note, though: why say no to spuds? Is it because of the glycemic load?

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  6. OMG, too funny! I'm still laughing over it.

    I love my coffee too much but it's a good thing I like decaf just as well. :)

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  7. Didn't know about the potatoes...hmm, must be why I got that BFN yesterday, huh!?!

    Thanks for the laugh!

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  8. Funny! I am not giving up my ONE cup of coffee a day.

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