Saturday, 25 April 2015

Poppers are pure evil. Fact.


Any father can attest to this. They are the devils own. How anybody does not go completely mental from these little f*cking snap buttons is beyond me.

They're called poppers because you need to be high as a kite to have the patience to deal with them. Whoever decided to riddle every piece of baby clothing with them should be shot.

I'm convinced I have developed popperitis. The inability to close a popper. It's a bit like dartitis, where a dart player can't let go of their darts. But then worse.

Velcro is the way forward. Simple.
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