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Holy Shit, that is fucking terrifying. Lovecraftian in its horror. Oh My God
Now I have that stupid song in my head.
Oh man, I think I want one of those for myself.
GOAL!
I always sing after taking a big dump; why is this so shocking?
Wait, just WAIT ON MINUTE. Was that thing plugged into the wall socket? Water + Wall socket + baby = Another post of “every child deserves…” and this time it won’t be so cute!
POOP POOP HOORAY!
@ sargon – I’m sure it’s battery powered.
i personally love the way the “hands” fall back down at the end … they just look so defeated.
I think it’s for constipated babies… so they can scare the shit out of them xD
Yes that thing is horrifying. But it has nothing whatsoever to do with the gender of the parents!!
Why is there a roll of duct tape on the floor? To hold your frightened-to-death child to the seat that will inevitably lead them to bed wetting?
At first glance I thought, “why is that toilet seat covered in green vomit with carrot chunks?”