FRANCO BARBI

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I’m the most sweetest and gentlest baby boy around. Maybe if you weren’t such a whore you’d see that.

Cookies and milk? Who are you, fucking santy claus? Santa you never got me that bike I asked for when I was little you bastard. I’ll never join you. Fuck you.

Baby does what baby wants.

I’m already fat. It’s baby fat, okay?

WWWAAHHHH!!!!

Don’t worry your pretty little head sweetness, I can take that pain away from you for nine whole months!

Why would I ever be offended by a woman whose gonna call me baby boo? That’s the fucking dream!

I can’t just crawl into any whore like that. Jenny was special…

I don’t have any interest in a new dad. If you wanted to be a new mother for me though… ohhh. Doesn’t matter if you’re a guy, you can still be my mommy. Give me a little hug, a little sip, a little punishment…

Kill yourself.

If you fucks pulled some delayed shipment bullshit on me in Cuba, ohhh, you’d be pushing up daisies before you know it. Scumbag doctors can’t do anything right… can’t even get baby his fucking medicine.

I can reach the fridge on my own, asshole. It’s just not the same thing if I’m the one putting my drawings on it. If it was worth going up there, someone else would’ve done it.

You sure? I’m not so good at coloring inside the lines. Never got my shit put in the fridge when I was little.

We’re going to a bar and you’re buying me wolf’s milk until I can’t stomach it no more and throw up on both you and myself. Then, you’re gonna burp baby and I’m gonna drink even more.