Jan 04 2013
When You Realize You’re a “Grown-Up”
You Have a Kid
We don’t have one of our own, but we’d imagine that one of the most rewarding things in life is producing your own little offspring and having a son or daughter.
While it’s great for everyone to send you a ton of baby gifts and shower the kid with love and photos, it also means that those impromptu Thursday night bingers are absolutely gone.
No more hitting-up a Happy Hour and “accidentally” having a couple more drinks than you anticipated, ending with you and your dudes at a strip club.
With a kid to take care of, the only thing you’ll be stripping off is a diaper after they’ve done their business in the middle of the night.
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