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Swedish Squirt

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So yeah, we're expecting a Silly Skier Squirt in December. So far there isn't much to report. Honestly pregnancy feels kinda like you have to poop. Also, I hear this means I get to begin referring to my vagina as "The Jaws of Life." Hehe. More to come.

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  1. YAY FUCKERS! I get to be the first to trumpet my congrats on the new skibaby! IMPORTANT: DO NOT affix skis until AFTER baby is born.

    Also, little known secret: I am the father. All my nasty posts were potent enough to impregnate swedishskier. Internet conception.

    YAY The Baby Kind!

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  2. TBK, MY GOD the paternity cases that'd chase you if the internet could make it so!!!
    I'm thinking Squirt's first ski will be as soon as shim can hold a head up. Don't worry, I'll start easy taking a cross country ski with shim in the sling. No cliff drops the first couple of years.

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  3. Congrats on your upcoming Squirt. Hope all goes well.

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