I have two of them. I love them, I fucking love them more than anything anything, they are my world and everything I do is for them and that is exactly why I can say this......
They drive me fucking crazy! No wait, fucking batshit crazy doesn't even begin to describe it on some days. Some days I would rather crawl into a SAW movie and take my chances there. Some days I would rather go Aron Ralston and cut my fucking arm off than have my hooha kicked for the third time that morning . Some days I would rather eat a fucking fried tarantula (I'm from Texas everything has to be fried ya'll) than scoop shit out of the bath tub (again) . Are you starting to understand how I feel now a days. Lately I've been having alot of these days. BabyAlley brings new meaning to term "Terrible Twos." Look it up on Wikipedia and you'll see a picture of his screaming food smeared face, throwing something as he kicks on the floor from his 5th tantrum of the day. Look it up, I'm uploading his picture now. How I'm not a raging alcohol is a true miracle. Thank you baby Jesus for that miracle!Me: You're about to spend the rest of the fucking night in your room
BabyAlley: Fucking night! Fucking night! Fucking night!
Me: No! Don't say that!!
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