i’m never going to have a baby because i want to keep banging dirtbags and eating cereal for dinner. new rage post.
This. And always this.
so unless my kid wants to talk about nipple hair and how to eat a burrito on the toilet without getting bathroom germs...
until they make clothes out of napkins, i’m not having a kid.
TRUTH. Not that anyone should ever have to justify not wanting to procreate, but this is the most hilarious, perfectly...
I approve of this post and agree wholeheartedly.
Lena is my personal jesus for introducing me to Sam Irby. And Sam Irby is my imaginary BFF/life coach.