Ok Lemmings look, I love life and I love my family, so I’d hate to have to blow my fucking brains out. So what’s another strategy for tuning out this incessant lava chicken?
Alternatively, does anyone have a time machine and enough money to convince Jack Black to not do the Minecraft movie?
We have a no baby shark rule, my daughter hasn’t latched onto it yet. Whenever it comes on Spotify skip it but sometimes I start singing along before I realize what I’m doing.