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The sun'll come out tomorrow.

Mummy! Buy me a trollop! Pleeeease?

You need to be quiet and go to sleep. You're not my real mom.

You'll rot your brain out... Oh no! The classic defense! You'll rot your brain out...You'll rot your brain out...

Why do we 'all' have to be in the naughty corner? It was your fault!

Bobby knew it would take a while to save up the 500 box tops from Sugar-Os cereal, but he knew it would be worth it.

'MERICA the only country that regulates alcohol more than guns.

They grow up so fast.

"Oh Mr. Willlllson."

Here you go Billy, your nightmare fuel.

You will eat Frosted Flakes, and tell everyone they are great, OR ELSE!