It's a happy kid's song. I told my children that one of the singers of the band was on crack. "What's crack, daddy?" one asked.
I pulled out my wife's powderbox and told them "Your mother is a crackwhore and you two were both conceived during her greatest trip ever, I believe a homeless guy in a dark alley is your true biological father!"
A big frown...
"Just kidding, guys!!! Who wants to go to the pizza hut?"
Ofcourse, they didn't understand it so I'll save the story for when they are old enough to hate their dead mother even more.
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It's a happy kid's song. I told my children that one of the singers of the band was on crack. "What's crack, daddy?" one asked.
I pulled out my wife's powderbox and told them "Your mother is a crackwhore and you two were both conceived during her greatest trip ever, I believe a homeless guy in a dark alley is your true biological father!"
A big frown...
"Just kidding, guys!!! Who wants to go to the pizza hut?"
Ofcourse, they didn't understand it so I'll save the story for when they are old enough to hate their dead mother even more.