Gonna Nuke The Mexican

I’ve said it time and time again, whenever The Mexican has angered me (like, on the numerous occasions when he has urinated all over EVERY SINGLE THING WE OWN).

The dog is small. The dog fits in the microwave.

Last Monday, Braden was upset, looking for his “bat-ees.” (Paci)

I found it.

And you know what?

I was right.