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    1. You hear that racket upstairs? You go up there and there and tell them I don’t need no goddamn sibs. .

  1. This is the last time I’m warning you, those are mine and the draft is for me!! leave them alone!!!

    I’m telling you, boobs are like toy train sets; they’re made for little boys but daddys like to play with them too

  2. I’ll have bacon not that smashed up stuff in the Gerber jar……

    Grandma is mine, you keep away…..

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