..I'm pregnant.
Whoa, chillax! April Fool's, man! Geez, wrangle yourself a sense of humour ASAP.
The only way I'd be pregnant is if, by some strange "miracle", immaculate conception were real (see: I'm not getting any) and my uterus were hosting a new & improved Jesus. Let's be reasonable, though, I'm probably the least likely candidate (minus Andrea Yates) to be anyone's mom, let alone the mommy of JC. This is one of those things I can't be modest about. I'm a fucktard when it comes to kids.
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