"Al Capone called this the South Side, but that was a long time ago. We're going to add some Busch Peach Lite, there is no mint here in Casper because of sickoes. Long live Ozzy."
I've said it before and I'll say it again. Never underestimate the reproductive magic possessed by white trash. They might as well start giving out welfare checks as fertility drugs.
If a little booze and pills could stop a pregnancy we'd have lost maybe 80% of the lolcows.
And just look at Bob and Barb. They literally met at a bar and Barb was only a year older than Jessica when Chris was born.
not even that but NAL is crazy as fuck so even if she was able to carry a baby there is no promises it would be able to survive one of her episodes. there is also the fact that the second there was even a hint of a baby cry on stream people would be calling CPS on them non stop. which means even if they did manage to have a kid it would most likely get taken away especially if anybody were to show up during one of NALs fits while cobes is passed out in the corner or whatever.
I wonder if he'll be more like a Voorhees-baby or a Sloth-baby? I'm stocking up on Baby Ruths just in case, twu toobz.
"Congeal" is not a term you would ever want to hear in a hotdog-related context tbh
His teeth are well beyond what a little brushing could possibly fix.
Wesley Willis is amazing. When you go to listen to his music, it's important to understand he was schizophrenic, and likely mentally disabled in other ways. A lot of his songs were created to literally drive away the demons he was hearing constantly, often with extreme vulgarity like the song, "Suck a Camel's Ass." He was kicked out of Church for cussing at his demons, and then made a song about that experience too. Some of his songs carry hints of abuse and trauma, like "You Better Find My Pistol", which may be him reliving an incident where his mother hid a gun from a violent gangster boyfriend, and the boyfriend then threatening to beat her til she tells him where it is. Other songs like "The Chicken Cow" are just funny. When you learn the full picture though, his music goes from hilarious to haunting. I think he was one of those savants who could draw city scapes from photographic memory. His style is primitive, yet extremely detailed down to signs in locations that were only up for short periods of time, at least according to someone who knew him.
Giant factor considering Cobes is autistic, and autism can of course be genetic.
