“Mom, Dad, I’m gay.”
“Ok… so do you want pizza for dinner or just McDonalds?”
“I ship you and your best friend.”
“I ship it.”
“Well…We’re dating. Is it fine?”
“Does he like reading?”
“Yeah. He read all those old books you liked when you were a kid. You know that series about those Greek god kids and wizards and that boy who bakes a lot and that-“
“You have my permission to marry him. Now let’s go to Disneyland.”
I ship it.
I ship it.
“Mom, Mom, I’m gay.”
“We have taught you well.”
there is so much wrong with this post i am going to vomit all over everything
“I’m gay, Mom.”
“I love you so much.”
are your ears broken
For the love of all that is good in this world do not give birth, do not adopt, do not raise any children in any way, shape or form.
“hey mum, I’m gay”
“and guess what you little shit? I still love you. Let’s get some ice cream, okay?”
“Mom? I need to tell you something… I’m gay”
My fiancee and I agreed that we’re going to have as many children as it takes for at least on of them to be gay
and we don’t even know why
I really hope that all of you are kidding. I really, really hope so.
My children won’t be able to tell me, because my children are rats.