Baby Needs a New Pair of Shoes
I hadn’t plugged t-shirts in a while, so I was thinking, “Hey, maybe I should plug t-shirts.”
See, the baby is coming soon and we still have to buy the baby baby stuff and baby stuff costs money and I get money anytime you buy an IMAO branded t-shirt. Plus, SarahK says if I don’t get enough money, she’ll beat me, and I am very scared. Pregnancy has made her crazy!
So buy my t-shirts!
You can also put money in my tip jar through Pay Pal (link on left sidebar) if you want. If it helps, imagine I have a gun to your head and a crazy look in my eyes.
Anyway, there is my begging. I don’t beg much, but with a baby coming I guess it’s worth begging. She better be an awesome baby with cool baby powers.
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September 7th, 2010 at 3:21 pm
Do I even have to say it?
September 7th, 2010 at 3:32 pm
Can i borrow a dolla?
September 7th, 2010 at 3:59 pm
“If it helps, imagine I have a gun to your head and a crazy look in my eyes.”
Did you watch Al Gore’s movie?
September 7th, 2010 at 4:19 pm
DamnCat is down for a shoe.
C’mon Marko – you don’t want the kid walking around all lopsided.
September 7th, 2010 at 4:37 pm
I thought Obama was suppose to take care of all of this kind of stuff. Cash for clunkers, etc. I’m certain that by the time the baby arrives we will have a Federal Department of Baby Shoes to oversee and allocate money to parents of babies!
September 7th, 2010 at 4:37 pm
It’s not a matter of want. It’s a matter of have. And I must have a Nuke the Moon shirt.
September 7th, 2010 at 4:41 pm
I don’t really need another t-shirt but I could use one of those citizen hats you mentioned before.
September 7th, 2010 at 4:55 pm
Or else what? Ya gonna go on strike?
September 7th, 2010 at 5:07 pm
That is an option.
September 7th, 2010 at 5:21 pm
Oh she’ll have cool baby powers alright. “Now, my young Dadi, witness the power of this fully operational battle diaper!”
September 7th, 2010 at 5:42 pm
Babies don’t wear shoes, Frank. They wear booties. Get with the program. Your good wife (or relative or friend) can crochets or knit them. (See, I know all about this stuff ’cause I was a baby once.)
One of your commenters runs a website where she sells home-made, crocheted booties, but I can’t remember the name.
September 7th, 2010 at 5:49 pm
Shameless, shameless capitalism. I am not worthy!!
September 7th, 2010 at 5:52 pm
Somehow, this doesn’t make me want to give you money.
September 7th, 2010 at 7:07 pm
Your baby will have superpowers all right. The power to reduce grown adults to sniveling, sleep-deprived tears. The power to make people love her. And last of all, the power to repel evil with the Stinky Pants of Doooooom.
September 7th, 2010 at 7:22 pm
Babys need T!ts and something to crap in/on.
Shoes for people who cant walk? Sounds like a government program to me. Frank are you a statist now?
September 7th, 2010 at 7:28 pm
I know…let’s all kick in and buy her a pink IPhone or Blackberry so she can send cute little text messages to her baby homey’s!
September 7th, 2010 at 9:20 pm
“Operational battle diaper”
“Stinky pants of doooooom”
LOL
Little bundles of joy (that fall out of the diaper).
The business end of the baby.
“It’s a BLOWOUT! GET OUT! GET OUT OF THERE.”
September 7th, 2010 at 11:22 pm
I might have considered it if it wasn’t for that dam ugly facebook button.
September 7th, 2010 at 11:46 pm
I liked the ‘stinky pants of doooooom’….there’s a lot of truth in that funny!
September 8th, 2010 at 12:43 pm
True story: My wife was 8 months pregnant in December in Baltimore. I got home from work in a blizzard with iced roads. She told me she wanted a folding pool lounger so she could use it in the kitchen while I made dinner. We did not have one. Again, it was December, and I knew such items would not be for sale until Spring in any store anywhere within 20 miles of our house. She asked me to go get one.
I got in the car and went back out into the blizzard on the ice covered streets of Baltimore to find one. I brought back ice cream, which was the closest thing I could find to a pool lounger. I lived another day.
Do what your sweet, darling, pregnant wife wants Frank J., and do it now!