Clear and yellow, you've got good pee there fellow. If it's foggy and brown you're in trouble town.
This woman was 18 when she had her first kid. Their names are Meghan, Ni(c)kollas, and Alyra. She is posting on an internet forum about God knows what. Don't tell me you don't know where this breeding sow will be in twenty years. Yes, in the same place she is currently.
The water these days, it kills!
God bless overreactive parents. God bless 'em, every one.
That wasn't a baby, it was a shit bomb the local kids left on your door step. Crazy lady.
He's just a little traumatized. The kid heard you and your husband have sex last night and let's just say the baby will never be the same again.
It's sad. She's quite literally a cow.
Sacrifice your first born. You've no doubt got six more just like it.
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Works great on my child, who hasn't barked at all for as long as she's worn the apparatus. When she turns three, we will remove it for a trial period.
Try not to break your console while I try not to break my cyber brain.
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