shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up

Seriously, shut up.

I shouldn’t complain, because it was a gift, and Cheeky likes to slap it. But it only takes one careless tap for it to play a three minute version of “La Cucaracha”, and when you walk away it maniacally calls after to you–literally–with “More! More!” What sadistic bastard would do this to parents?

My daughter had better damn well grow up to be Patty Schemel or something….

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