I'm nauseous.
Are you pregnant?
I'm hungry.
Are you pregnant?
I had a weird dream.
Are you pregnant?
I'm feeling moody.
Are you pregnant?
I just beat my coworker's face in with a stapler, chopped her up with one of those large office paper cutters, and stuffed her remains in my desk drawer for continuously asking if I'm pregnant.
Ooooooh! You must be pregnant!
Fuck you, you clueless twat! Every aspect of my life is not a pregnancy symptom!
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