I think they’ve got a name for that. It’s called rape.
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.
Bumper stickers: Your way of showing everyone how you really feel. Our way of figuring out who to avoid in life.
This is what happens when you constantly tell your kid how good their crappy art projects are growing up. They eventually believe it and make it their life.