I’m often smacked off my t*ts on Haribo. And when I’m smacked off my t*ts on Haribo I am out of CONTROL, man. I can’t control my limbs, I see sparks, I can’t control my tongue, I’m unpredictable.
I would fight my children for Haribo. I would fight other people’s children for Haribo.
And that is my ‘reasons why I don’t have kids’ #12
(Whatever you do, do NOT let me near the party)