A farmers market, for jizz. Local single men setup lizz huts on Tuesdays, where women can meet and determine DNA they want for their fetus. Once they find a suitable male sample, they barter for a bucket of fresh cream filling to shoot up their clamburger, at one of the many fertilization stations.
Meeting “Mr. Right” is overrated. I was thinking of heading to the jizz fair again. I'm just ready to get knocked up already.