I want to have children, but my friends scare me. One of my friends told me she was in labor for thirty-six hours. I don't even want to do anything that feels good for thirty-six hours.

In this stand-up joke, Rudner plays on the gap between the abstract desire for motherhood and the concrete, often frightening stories people share about childbirth. The punchline hinges on comic exaggeration and reversal: labor is framed as an ordeal so long that it exceeds even her tolerance for prolonged pleasure. The humor also satirizes how “friends’ advice” can function as deterrence—turning a life-affirming choice into a calculation of pain, time, and bodily endurance. Beneath the quip is a recognizable modern anxiety about pregnancy and the body, expressed through Rudner’s persona of witty self-protection and pragmatic skepticism.