I really dislike babies though. They're always loud and messy and steal all my mother's love. It is a parasite, an unpleasant one that takes your money your passion your life your love and your soul. And then it steals your retirement fund.
Look at it. Is this really worthy of your affection?
Plus, I'm sick of the bumper stickers. Enough.
Luckily, I have devised another clever solution to rid the world of what I hate. All pregnant teenagers will have to meet with my specially trained "family planning" counselor.
Hmmmm. No one cares about the teenagers, they have no rights anyway, but what about the older women that insist on filling their uterus with unpleasant things?
We need a test. A new kind of pregnancy test. If you fail, you don't get to reproduce. Ever.
It would be fairly simple. You have to be able to read, do basic math, and limited problem solving (your baby catches on fire. What do you do?). And such.
God I'm so smart. Why hasn't this been made into law yet?
Remember:
Or you may produce something like this:
IT WANTS TO HUG.
