Two Stupid Things Parents Say That Make Me Want to Lose My Mind
I don't argue with parents about parenting. Twenty-five years in this game taught me that everyone should be the protagonist of their own parenting documentary.
But there are two things, just two, that make my intestines do the cha-cha on concrete.
Two things that trigger a primal urge to diarrhea all over these streets.
Both topics require surgical precision in dismantling, which is ironic considering one literally involves surgery.
Warning: Contains strong opinions about penises, parenting, and profound cultural delusions. Also bidets.