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Nationalistic baby throwing a tantrum over the high price of rice and gasoline! See page 36 for details.
They don't call me "Don Iago" for nothing.
Do not be decieved by my disappearing hands. As Kobe Bryant used to say, "It's jus' Hollywood baby."
These are one of those very few moments when farting is not an option. Help!
I miss my mohawk.
Who is that tiny little thing, Mama Jebe?
Unfortunately, this is how the queen expresses her love for us.
So many girls, so little time.
Alright, I was an ugly baby.. "was", being the operative word.
Get out! I'm not yet decent.
Daaad! Look what mommy did to me this time!
You just gave birth to me, I'll give you that.
-- but is that reason enough to look like a rape victim?
You can try mom, but you're never going to catch me laughing!
Why do I have a feeling that I look like a big bun of sleepy siopao in this picture?
I'm going to ask Auntie Bebeth for a refund on my medical checkups because she didn't finish med school earlier.
Mama Jebe, I just wet my pants! Is this normal?
It's you and me again mom, whether you like it or not!
I can understand why they're all hear over heels crazy about me.
Dad, you know that oiliness is next to ugliness.. right?