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A mother's day chat in text messages:
(T is my friend)

T: Happy vagina shooting out people day!
Me: Yay for placenta!
T: Placenta is so hott.
Me: Oh man, I think I'm gonna cum just thinking about it.
T: I already did. I already did.
Me: Was that as good for you as it was for me?
T: You bet your sweet ass it was.
T: *passes cigarette*
T: *placenta takes a drag*
Me: Yesss! I am the god of sex!
T: I'll take your almighty word for it. Man, why are the sex gods lesbians?
Me: Haha, it has something to do with placenta. Or possibly potato salad.
T: Mmm... placenta salad.
Me: Would you like any fries with that?
T: Yes, yes I would.
Me: Anything to drink? The water she broke?
T: How about a frothy glass of spinal fluid flushed off from the epideral?
Me: Mmmhmmm. Yummy.
T: When I come to NY next, we are so breaking into a hospital, stealing placenta, and then fucking it.
Me: You up for round 2?
T: Hell yes.
Me: Hard. We're fucking it hard, baby.
T: Wow, this would be really kinky is we were talking about anything other than placentas.
Me: So true. Okay, lover boy. The sex god is returning to her day job. Don't use all that placenta at once.
T: I'll save some post fetal juices for you, doll.
Me: And by placenta, I mean "love juice."
T: Oh man, you rock so hard!