I love my brother's story. Especially the part where he passes out...
"At 9:45 Saturday morning Jennifer produced a beautiful baby girl (or, to those without child-bearing experience, a squidgy caracature that turns from blue to pink faster than - and not completely unlike - a squid does.)
With my svelte build it was no surprise when she weighed in at a meagre (ahem) 8 lbs 9 oz. Yes the real father is quite possibly from the water buffalo family, but we love her just the same, of course.
Mom's in rehab after a drug mixing effort that would've earned her 'cred' in Hunter S Thompson's circles. She is, however fine and facing neither remission nor the shakes.
Possibly the best part (knowing you sadistic lot) was when, after a night of no sleep (nor Red Bull Vodkas) and little to eat, just when the anesthesiologist was preparing the epidural, dad fainted, plopped in his seat, out cold, and thereby provided mum's laughing gas with some brilliant material. We've named her Mia."
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