I don’t even know where to begin with this.

I’d rather have my parents put me up for adoption and bounce from foster home to foster home that are doubled as meth labs then live in this family.

I mean, first— I don’t have a nickname like Pumpkin or Chickadee or, my absolute favorite and therapy worthy, Chubbs.

Second, I don’t call my mother’s “baby daddy” Sugar Bear.

Third— well, I don’t have a third because even with the subtitles that TLC has so kindly provided I have no idea what these people are saying. Literally can not understand a word.

TLC has outdone themselves with this one. I now understand why people hate Americans sometimes.

-Rocco