Yeah, why can’t “creepy, crazy people admire from a distance”? Why can’t they admire a bundle of PERFECTION from the steps of their shelter or from under a bridge or something! HELLOO, go back to your trailer park or wherever you came from! Go back to your Hamburger Helper and STEP OFF my filet mignon, ok, bitch?
Did I SAY your nasty skanky friend could touch my daughter’s freshly pedicured feet? No, I don’t think I did. How about you go lick some food stamps, or rifle through some recycling? Admire my pristine child from a distance, how hard is that?!
(submitted by John)