I usually imagine that about the only thing babies and I share in common is a failure to be discerning with what we should put in our mouths. Seriously, if you put a handful of dusty Planter’s Cheez Ball between me and a baby, there would be a bitch vs. baby throw down to see who could snatch them up. Otherwise, though, I’m pretty sure the only thing babies and I could agree upon is that there are a whole lot of bare breasts Showgirls, but guess which one of us actually finds that enthralling.
Anyways, this baby proves me wrong by having a response to Miley Cyrus’s “Party in the USA” that’s only slightly less visceral than my own:
I would’ve hurled myself straight out of that damn baby prison high chair, but that’s just me.
On a tangential note, I hope science can figure out what makes this baby hate Miley Cyrus so much, at which point science then institutes a policy making it a prerequisite in all of our Gattaca mail order babies. But again, that’s just me.
Much love to Best Week Ever for the find.