Breakfast in bed? I’m fine with that. Breakfast on your head? Child please.
I don’t even know how you have time to keep making kids with all those damn kids. Makes no sense. Where do you even get privacy? You gotta have kids sleeping in your damn dresser drawers at this point.
Even Santa gets his gifts at Walmart…
Fun fact: If you own a suit covered in weed leaves, it is also the only suit you own.