If you don’t want to make out with your daughter. It’s because she’s wearing mama’s cloths again. That’s when the glitter fades. At least now my daughter won’t bang the stripper pole for a living as Destiny Epiphany anytime soon either, doing her best J Lo act at the Super Bowl, hoping Ben Affleck drunk dials her again. Mission accomplished. Unholy father makes show me your cock and balls Sandler blush. Heavenly toppers towering on, all up your gaping anus hole. Challah, thank you very much.