Mommy, I'm tired of drinking milk all the time. I want a tall glass of single-malt scotch too!
Soon enough, dear!
You tell Pedobear I'm comin'. And hell's comin' with me!
You'll rot your brain out... Oh no! The classic defense! You'll rot your brain out...You'll rot your brain out...
Josh always wondered where his fear of heights came from.
If I'm old enough to work in a sweatshop, you bet your ass I'm old enough to have a drink!
Breastfeeding nightmares. Hungry, mama! !!!