BTW- I will never cook dinner ever again. It always ends in screaming, tears, tantrums, "I'm not gonna eat that" et cetera. And it isn't like I am cooking fancy here B-Dubbers, I'm talking even the basics like Pot Roast with potatoes, carrots, onions. Or Chicken Alfredo, or freakin spaghetti with Ragu freakin sauce that they specifically freakin asked for and freakin picked out all by themselves at the freakin grocery store. It doesn't matter- If I make it they won't eat it.
Sorry- needed to rant that one for a minute. On to the funnies.
These are being sold in the MENS DEPARTMENT. I thought the cutoff for action figure undies was 6.
That couldn't have been freakin comfortable, or
I didn't know dog noses could bend.
She cried herself to sleep after bumping her lip on the table.
The band aids were self applied, I was unaware.
And for this week's winner:
Are you ready????
I need to own this car 'stach.
I mean I really, really, really, think I need it.
Discuss.
