Stinky McPoopypants turned 18-months old on Thursday. How the hell is that possible, Dorothy Buttface?
Henry got his own house for Christmas. The assembly on Christmas Eve involved 12 cocktails, a hammer drill, 15 drill bits, 1.9 million swear words, duct tape, a rubber mallet and three arguments between me and Mrs. Rosetta.
Hey is that my Dad out there jogging? Oh…no. It’s not.
It starts young. DJ Put-A-Pacifier-In-My-Mouth-So-I-Stop-Whining-And-Getting-On-Dad’s-Last-Nerve.
You can have my pumpkins when you pry them from MY COLD STICKY HANDS!!!
HENRY: I read at an 18-month-old level.
FLOYD: I think I’m going to start pooping in here in a couple of months.
Unless he gets hurt, which is rare, Henry falling off stuff is pretty funny. In the future there’s going to be a show that starts out “Hi. I’m Henry and this is Jackass.”
But as funny as him falling off stuff is, him getting up is even funnier. This is the proper way to pick yourself up off the ground after falling off a tractor.
Would you like some more ranch dressing, sir?
This picture doesn’t really do it justice but the court jester hat is a huge fan favorite.
We have a bunch of new and hilarious pictures from the last two months that haven’t been downloaded yet so I’ll do another poat in the year 2018 A.D. and include those.
We have a picture of Henry in his Mare shoes and his MJ hat and it’s awesome. We went out to eat the night he wore that and there were three different hot chicks in the restaurant that came over specifically to flirt with him. He’s the friggin’ mack.
[UPDATE: YOUR MOM, SEAN]
This is why the USPS loses $187 trillion a year.
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