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.
Do I even have to say it?
Can i borrow a dolla?
“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?
DamnCat is down for a shoe.
C’mon Marko – you don’t want the kid walking around all lopsided.
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!
It’s not a matter of want. It’s a matter of have. And I must have a Nuke the Moon shirt.
I don’t really need another t-shirt but I could use one of those citizen hats you mentioned before.
Or else what? Ya gonna go on strike?
That is an option.
Oh she’ll have cool baby powers alright. “Now, my young Dadi, witness the power of this fully operational battle diaper!”
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.
Shameless, shameless capitalism. I am not worthy!!
Somehow, this doesn’t make me want to give you money.
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.
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?
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!
“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.”
I might have considered it if it wasn’t for that dam ugly facebook button.
I liked the ‘stinky pants of doooooom’….there’s a lot of truth in that funny!
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!
Frank, do you have your level 3 hazmat suit? All new daddies need one, just in case Mama decides you need to learn how to change diapers. Those cute little bundles of joy are just nasty through and through.