Cat with a cream flavored arsehole
When you walk in on your son/daughter reading old table tennis magazines.
Father: Crap!
Mother: What happened?
Father: I walked in on Chris reading my old table tennis magazines! He was from grinning ear to ear like a cat with a cream flavored arsehole!
Mother: What the hell does that even mean? Is looking at ping pong even a bad thing?
Father: SHUTUP BITCH!
Mother: What happened?
Father: I walked in on Chris reading my old table tennis magazines! He was from grinning ear to ear like a cat with a cream flavored arsehole!
Mother: What the hell does that even mean? Is looking at ping pong even a bad thing?
Father: SHUTUP BITCH!