Carrot Top, don't you even think about calling me to offer up baby-sitting services. I can't even look at you! Let alone, interacting with you in real life. And don't even get me started on the shit I fear you would teach my kid. And, gasp, what if you affect my child's notions on beauty?! Imagine what kind of fucked-up shit my kid would drag home on that day it tells me who it wants to marry?
Hell no, Carrot Top, stay the fuck away from my kids.
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