Let's face it, baseball can be a slow-moving and tedious game to watch. If you're, say, 18-months-old, it may be difficult to follow the mental chess-game that's taking place on the field. Do you really expect a toddler comprehend the little nuances of a pitcher setting a batter up with a curveball so he can blow a fastball right by him? No. So the baby's going to get a little bored. And what better way to kill a little boredom than by giving yourself a mohawk, chilling with the mascot and knocking back a few stadium brews.
No need to get the bottle caps stuck in your Vagin Adam. The bottle is clearly empty. Kinda obvious when the bottle is horizontal and nothing is coming out of it.
you all should mind ur own business first of all..... i didnt give ne one permission to plaster my sons face all over tv and the web ..... the bottle had no beer n it at all i rinsed it out and put his juice in it..... last time i checked that wasnt a crime
Mullet on Father..... need we elaborate on this any further.
Mullets are a conscious decision unlike procreation for this crew. You actually have to wake up, look in the mirrior of your trailor and say, "Yep, looks good, time to hit the Tractor/Barn/Disability line/Big Rig, and start my day.
Well Done Mullet Dad we here at W.T. Meter Salute you.
May 6th, 2008 at 08:54 pm
That kid will be in Jail someday. Nice parenting
May 7th, 2008 at 01:04 am
No need to get the bottle caps stuck in your Vagin Adam. The bottle is clearly empty. Kinda obvious when the bottle is horizontal and nothing is coming out of it.
May 7th, 2008 at 08:50 pm
you all should mind ur own business first of all..... i didnt give ne one permission to plaster my sons face all over tv and the web ..... the bottle had no beer n it at all i rinsed it out and put his juice in it..... last time i checked that wasnt a crime
May 11th, 2008 at 04:25 am
She's right. And if I wanted shit outta any of you, I'd squeeze your head.
January 21st, 2009 at 09:43 am
Mullet on Father..... need we elaborate on this any further.
Mullets are a conscious decision unlike procreation for this crew. You actually have to wake up, look in the mirrior of your trailor and say, "Yep, looks good, time to hit the Tractor/Barn/Disability line/Big Rig, and start my day.
Well Done Mullet Dad we here at W.T. Meter Salute you.
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