Ways That I, a Non-Parent, Imagine I Will Someday Discipline My Children
With two kitchen chairs turned backwards facing one another, we’ll both sit down to hash things out.
With two kitchen chairs turned backwards facing one another, we’ll both sit down to hash things out.
Come on, these kids only have so much grit before they get completely fatigued.
Kit is just as ready to play as she is to teach your little one about life during the Great Depression!
From the moment that Santa delivered Moo Moo to you under the artificial Christmas tree, Moo has felt smothered.
My sticker is hilarious because instead of a normie cartoon of my nonexistent wife and darling children, I’ve got two big guns.
OK—technically you didn’t ask this, but no, you’re not supposed to sing along.
I decide not to say “please” or “thank you” and I’m immediately pummeled to death by a diner waitress.
Be prepared to answer questions like, “What about all of those blurry photos he left on my phone?”
Jesus was born on a virgin. A virgin is a kind of a airplane. There was a pilot there called Punch Us.
This Santa is cloned from DNA from the original St. Nicholas, and raised in captivity in our North Pole mock-up.
What’s the point of listening to obscure music if no one knows your doing it?
P.U., this clown stunk! Literally, he smelled like he crawled out of a sewer.