mornin'
Caffeine at 4 am when everyone else is "four whiskeys to the wind," as the b-day bwoy self-described. Downstairs neighbors blasting "Touch Me" by the Doors. It is 4:58 am. It is unbearable.
Think about this: when dudes are out there out-alpha-male-ing each other, clutching desperately at the final seconds before clownhood is no longer satisfying, our hero is at home, minding his offspring. Pureeing carrots or some shit. To this, I pose but one question: Who's gangsta now?
this is sooooooo cute i wish i could have been there
WAT UP ALL YOU HATERZ I DARE ALL OF U WHO SEE THIS TO SEND THIS TO THE NXT 14 PEOPLR U COULD THINK OF IN THE NEXT 15 MINUTES THEN PRESS F7 AND UR CRUSHES NAME WILL APPEAR ON THE SCREEN.
THAT IS SOO ADORABLE IF WISH I WAS THERE WISH THE PEOPLE AND WAS A PIC TO REMEMBER.