I watched the seahorse hover at the front

I watched the seahorse hover at the front of the tank,his brood pouch swollen.I'd always envied womans child-bearing ability. Dr. Kampos said my ectopic pregancy was progressing

unexpectedly given the biological leaps of faith that were required to fuse the Sea Horse DNA with my male DNA so I can birth children. Only problem? Where would they come out

. I was overthinking. I drank the potion & transformed into a pregnant man-seahorse. Aargh the cramps! I looked under my tshirt - my belly button was distending & opening. I yelled

"She's Gonna Blow!"then the seas parted, & Jimmy Buffett started to play. All the Parrotheads started going crazy, and I didnt really feel out of place, being a pregnantman seahor

se. Plus I've had a dozen too many margaritas, so Buffet was starting to look good. Everyone knows pregnantman seahorses can't hold their booze, so I needed to find a ride home

. Flipper said he'd give me a ride, so without any further thought of the drunk, birthing seahorsemen, I pulled up onto Flipper's back while balancing my 13th margarita on my

saddle loaded with fresh ambergris. Years later, a dozen seahorses knocked on my door. "No way am I y'all's mom," I said. "What's going on, babe?" asked Flipper. His smoking jacket

was open, revealing that he wasn't wearing a shirt. I could see his smooth rubbery skin underneath. "Flipper, we have guests!" The menagerie of seahorses at my door laughed

and shuffled in anyhow. Flipper was being a little too cordial with them all, which made me uncomfortable. Flipper was such a manwhore. I felt our relationship wasn't working out.