Is that vomit on your collar?! Ewwe.

It’s Friday and we all know what that means?!? Sex? Clubs? Drugs? Well… no, this weekend, it means painting and preparing for KJ’s baby. I hate babies – anyone who shits themselves cannot be trusted – this includes my Grandmother Margaret in her later years – a very shady character, indeed. And you know what – find out the gender. There’s plenty of surprises in store for you, like when you find their first tin of cocaine, so just save us all the annoyance and find out if you should accent in metallica blue or so hot for pink.