11-09-2012, 10:25 AM
I sometimes want to lock my kids in the basement. Or the garage. A closet even. It's usually in the afternoon when this feeling hits after 852 calls from them asking me what's for dinner.
YOU FUCKERS DON'T GET NO DINNER. SO THERE.
YOU FUCKERS DON'T GET NO DINNER. SO THERE.
Devil Money Stealing Aunt