My son told me the other night that I’m his, which I’m hoping he’ll remember when he’s older and hanging out with little wieners called Milhouse instead.
…Unless he’s the Milhouse.
September 10th, 2013 § 0 comments
My son told me the other night that I’m his, which I’m hoping he’ll remember when he’s older and hanging out with little wieners called Milhouse instead.
…Unless he’s the Milhouse.
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