So long kids. Mommy's got a lot of work to do. And by work I mean some quaaludes and the mailman.
Although the resemblance was uncanny... The milkman never said a word to Mrs. Johnsons baby.
Mommy, I'm tired of drinking milk all the time. I want a tall glass of single-malt scotch too!
Soon enough, dear!
I wanted something flashy and hot and sexy for the dance, and Mom gets me grey!
Now remember to share these peanut butter and jelly sandwiches dear especially with the bully with the allergy