Say that you and your fiancé are going to get a “prenumptial” agreement.
For blaming my farts on the baby. You knew this was bound to happen.
Here is DJ Frog chillin in the Graco Swing Her and Leave Her: Here is the ONE photo where if you turn it upside-down and fold it over and then look at it with your eyes closed, she kinda sorta looks like me, but not really: Yesterday morning Leta woke up with a severe case [...]
I don’t fucking like tornadoes.
A friend once asked me whether or not I liked my job, and at the time I was working full-time at a web design shop in Los Angeles. My answer was that I loved my job approximately three days out of every month, and during the other 27 or so days our relationship was more [...]
Refer to our daughter as a ripe berry on the grumpy tree.