Thug Life: I Just Did 9 Months On The Inside Onesie

thug life baby onesie
Ha! This I Just Did 9 Months On The Inside Onesie makes your baby look like a prison inmate. 9 months in your mom? Pffft! I did 10 in your mom and SHE walked away with time served! Years? No, inches! Damn son, burn! Drops the mic! Walks away!

This onesie says your kid is never too young for the thug life. Those crazy people who have like 10 kids should get these for the whole gang, since they’ll likely grow up to be hooligans anyway. Hooligans. Heh. That’s an old timey word. You caught me. I’m really HG Wells and my time machine got stuck here. Sorry about any typos. I can’t see bully without my monocle.

Star Trek Diapers: Poop, The Final Frontier

star trek baby diaper
Poop: The Final Frontier. I should get a pair of these, since every woman in my life calls me a man-baby and I do like to cosplay as Captain Picard. Doody-free preferably. I like my number one on the bridge. In the chair next to me. With a beard. Not in a saggy diaper that leaks and gives me a rash. Make it so!

I like my number two shot out of the photon torpedo tubes so it can freeze and twirl and spin before breaking into a million pieces against that Ferengi ship off the port bow.

“Any Klingons Number One?”

“Not a one sir. It all just broke on impact. Not a single bit clinged-on.” *Sly grin*

*Picard grins back. Sits back in the chair.*

Data looks perplexed.

Worf Sighs.

“Our work here is done. Engage!”

End episode!
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