I wouldn’t be having sex with sny of them, anyway, so no skin off my nose.
Bill Clinton: For a change, Hillary?
Vice squads in every city: Great time to go on vacation.
Aristophanes: I better get full credit. This is my idea! Hey! How’d I learn English?
Nancy’s husband: I’m sleeping on the couch anyway, after I wrecked the family car and got into the papers.
Second Gentleman Harris: Wherever will I go? Whatever will I do? (as he leafs through his back issues of Playboy and heads for the john.)
Based on the appearance of these creatures, a strong case can be made for not having sex outside one’s own species.
If that works out, no one will “need” abortions. Win-win.