The first time I heard Cardi B’s WAP, a pop song so horny it should come shrink-wrapped in a condom, I was doing the dishes. My son was building a two-storey Lego house on the floor of the lounge, and my daughter was reading a book about witches on the couch.
Welcome to dad-life.
Anyway, I wasn’t listening that intently. I had a bit of a giggle when Card…
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