After watching dis informational learning aid [read as: disorienting frightfest], I know my little cucarachaz (that's the cute pet name I'ma use for my non-existent future demon spawn), will never soil their pantaloonz EVER. If their bucketz start a-wailin', they will know now to jet their special partz on over to a pisspot and drain their water reservoir for all it's worth.
They also will know that when it's time to take a dumpathon, they best have their bums firmly planted over the porcelain seat before they start to do their biiiizzzzznezzzzzz. I don't wanna see a single effing stain on any of their pantz...cuz I can't be jetting on over to Target [read as: Goodwill] every other day to buy them replacement pantalonez!
I just hope that my future babalooonz won't be disappointed when they use the toilet and I don't jump outta nowhere and start singing some dumbfuck jingle to them in congratulatory joyousness. Pish...I don't do song 'n' dance numberz for free, even if you are my
And I also hope they don't expect their scat and pizz to smile and talk to them like these hallucinating tigerz say they do. Nuffin has ever dropped outta my body that had a face and I pray to da Lawd dat nothing ever doez!
Seriously Japan, WTF?!