Mom! Guys! I got him! Let’s do this fucking Christmas photo NOW!!
If she stops to graze just hit her on the head. That’s what I’m doing.
“Sure, let’s go up to our room to consummate our reunion. I’d love that very mu- Hey! Is that an ice cream truck?”
“It went around the corner! If you run now, you can catch it!”
“Which corner did it go around, baby? . . . Baby? Where’d you go?”
Pubes outta control.
He subconsciously really, really wants to “pop a cap in that bitch’s head, yo.”
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