It’s a sad commentary on how easily impressed with myself I am that I have texted both my sons to report that “turd rocket” is now in the printed lexicon of a bunch of jealous, depressive losers on teh interwebs the internet. There goes yet another Mother of the Year award.
I am intensely happy that many of mine made it in… I am at peace knowing that I am not the only one in this world utilizing Captain Cunts and Dr. Doo-jizzle on a regular basis.
October 31, 2011 at 11:11 am
I love this. This is a proud day for Regretsians.
October 31, 2011 at 11:42 am
You used the word “get” twice in the subtitle. Otherwise, priceless.
October 31, 2011 at 11:56 am
Sarah Palin’s litter tits! Thanks for the catch.
November 1, 2011 at 11:11 am
Flirting with the idea of crossing the dickpickle line, huh?
October 31, 2011 at 12:01 pm
It’s a sad commentary on how easily impressed with myself I am that I have texted both my sons to report that “turd rocket” is now in the printed lexicon of a bunch of jealous, depressive losers on
teh interwebsthe internet. There goes yet another Mother of the Year award.October 31, 2011 at 12:11 pm
Great, now I’ll have to stay late tomorrow (candy for kiddies today) so that I can print it off in relative privacy.
Good job!
October 31, 2011 at 12:12 pm
Holy crap! I think that’s my grandpa on the right. No, really. Anyone know the origin of this picture by chance?
October 31, 2011 at 1:05 pm
Seriously?? The credit for the pic is on the left, it looks like it’s from a Flickr set.
October 31, 2011 at 3:17 pm
It couldn’t possibly be your grandpa. Because now that I look at it, I’m pretty sure it’s My grandpa.
October 31, 2011 at 9:05 pm
The only reason that I know that’s not my grandpa is because, after the war, my grandpa opened a beauty salon and married a woman named Ingeborg.
Wait…
Grandpa’s name was Biff but he named his salon “Kenne’s Powder Box.”
I need to call Grandma Ingeborg and ask her if Grandpa biff was powdering Kenne’s box during the war.
October 31, 2011 at 6:54 pm
I’m pretty sure that man never had children. Kinda hard to produce the crotchfruit if you’re bangin’ away at the mudhole if ya know what I’m sayin’.
October 31, 2011 at 8:58 pm
I am intensely happy that many of mine made it in… I am at peace knowing that I am not the only one in this world utilizing Captain Cunts and Dr. Doo-jizzle on a regular basis.
November 1, 2011 at 10:49 am
The disclaimer is so made of win.