There are so many things that kill me about this video every time I see it, without fail.
- the deadpan, completely apathetic look on the kid’s face - the entire time, not just while he was touching his weiner, which is fucked up enough
- the soft, acoustic music playing in the background, like little Ricky went through the trouble to put on his Iron & Wine CD before laying in bed fully-clothed and jerking it
- his mom’s mechanized, monotone reaction, like she’d memorized that speech from his third birthday onward and went into his room every day with the expectation of finding her creepy son with the dead face jerking off in his bed
(Source: erected)
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