I can’t wait for the Will Arnett/Amy Poehler lovechild to pop out. Screw the Brangelina twins, that baby will be pure comedy and will pop out SAG eligible. Most likely, it’s going to come out dancing like that Ally McBeil dancing baby. When I have my child, I’m going to be like Mama Rose meets the Texas Cheerleader killer mom. My baby is going to be adorable—and I will parade Baby Christian (cute name huh—totes biblical) all around every New York City casting office. My baby will book before I wheel that stroller off the elevator. Gimme a few years—and it’s on. By then, Ali Lohan will probably have a baby, and we’ll be arch rivals. Yes, her Momma taught her well, but she can’t compete with me. Do you know the difference between a pit bull and a stage Dad? Lipstick… But we apply like a democrat. We know when someone is a “fall.”
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Oh holy jesus. Do you know that my dad told me I would introduce my son as "my gay son" by the time he was three, whether he was exhibiting any tendencies or not? Ron said this to me. And he's right. :-(
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