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![]() 10/03/2014 at 21:42 |
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Hahahahahahahah
![]() 10/03/2014 at 21:43 |
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That's just wrong.
![]() 10/03/2014 at 21:45 |
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Are you potty training?
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![]() 10/03/2014 at 21:50 |
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Mr. Pig the butcher was well-liked in the community, but didn't seem to have much family. Then one day, the police paid Mr. Pig a visit. Turns out what Mr. Pig was selling in his market was his family. Oh dear.
![]() 10/03/2014 at 21:51 |
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No. I'm done potty training kids until I have my own, years down the line.
![]() 10/03/2014 at 21:54 |
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What's the "Dry" schedule in the background? And why are you monitoring your naps?
NEVER MONITOR THE NAP, JUST ACCEPT IT AND BE ONE WITH THE NAP
![]() 10/03/2014 at 21:56 |
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Not my picture.
![]() 10/03/2014 at 21:57 |
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YOU THIEF!
I bet you stole that nap, too. And I'm sure you'll argue that it was, in fact, the nap that took you. Out the window.
Far beyond the sea.
To a land where sleepyheads read only comic books and lock their naps in iron safes so they cannot get took?
![]() 10/03/2014 at 21:58 |
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![]() 10/03/2014 at 22:09 |
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this gives me memories. why can't I name this book?
![]() 10/03/2014 at 22:13 |
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That would be like a human selling Soylent Green.
![]() 10/04/2014 at 11:55 |
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Not sure of the book's title, but it's a Richard Scarry book.