Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


Bad boys, bad boys

Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?

Ok, that song is going over and over in my mind because my kitchen looks like one from a Cops episode.

No longer can I avoid cleaning it. I must clean tonight.

Either that or I'll make Army of Dad wear a wife beater (you know, those undershirt things?) and have him swilling cheap beer from a can and smacking me around. So, when the cops come and the baby is wearing a filthy filled up diaper and nothing else with her bottle full of Dr Pepper, I can proclaim how much I love him and don't want them to cart him off to jail.

On second thought, I'll clean the kitchen.


  • At 6:08 PM, April 23, 2005, Blogger cashin said…

    The I-ROC, that is the most crucial requirement if you ever want to be on cops, you absolutely need to have that ruseted out camaro on your front lawn.

  • At 9:17 PM, April 24, 2005, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    Wow. You guys really pay even more attention to Cops than I do. Yes, the white trash car needs to be there as well as the broken window and obligatory large dog. Some nosey neighbors are always good, too. The ones that will tell the media when they show up something like "he always seemed like a nice feller. bit of a loner, though."


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