Don’t yell at me. Talk to me. Don’t criticize me. Praise me. Don’t hit me, Hug me. Don’t push me away, pull me towards you. The wants of a child.
| You’d rather slide down a mountain of razor blades naked into a pool of rubbing alcohol that mess with my Amy. |
| You can pick your nose and you can pick your friends, but you can’t wipe your friends on your seat, so make sure when you’re picking, be smart. |
| Bobby facts: When God is shocked he says “oh my Bob”. He could survive Russian roulette with a fully loaded gun. He put the laughter in manslaughter. |
| The 2nd thing I learned today: No matter how big and tough you are, when a little girl asks you to play with dolls, grabbing a GI Joe doesn’t count, so you give in. |
