Well just an All-American Brady Bunch we’ve got living in this household. Love the kids standing around in the kitchen eating cause there’s no table. Surprised the Mom didn’t just flip the baby’s play pen over and let them have dinner on that. And for the record domestic violence is never encouraged, but dammit if I get why something goes go down sometimes. You see the look in Baby Daddy’s eyes after he was called an Oompa Loompa at 2:15? Cut right through his soul like butter.
Upset that this clan of welfare warriors have both a better laptop and TV than I do in my place. Very upset, actually. I’ll tell you what though, that leopard skinned rug really accentuates the charm of living in that shithole.