So not too long back, my mom told me a story that when I was a little baby that one time I took a **** on the floor, played with it like play-do, and then actually ate some of it. Needless to say I didn't believe her until she showed me a picture of me doing it... I still don't see why she thought it was better to take a picture rather than to stop me from eating my own ****.
LMAO!