Look at this sweet girl. She has no idea that this year has been a huge pile of wet garbage that’s been set ablaze.
And look at this tiny balloon. Her innocent eyes haven’t watched a single minute of cable news.
This wee spaghetti chomper has no opinion on the U.S. election because he’s completely unaware that it even exists.
To this blue-eyed wonder, the name “Anthony Weiner” means absolutely nothing.
Oh, little bun-bun. If someone said “private email server” to you, you wouldn’t even flinch.
See that look of contentment? That’s the look of someone who has no concept of loss.
Of course you’re smiling, doggo. You have no idea that this calendar year should be wiped from history.
You bite that nose, kitten. You’ve never heard two grown men engaging in horrifying “locker room talk.”
