louie77 wrote:
My Manda worked at Papa John's, she'd come home every night with something she made just for me. Whether it be a pizza, cheese sticks, or a cinnapie. She'd always pull up in the drive way, get out, give me a hug and in her cheerful voice say "I brought home treats!!!". Then we'd have a nice dinner, listen to some music and go to bed.
This thread has made me sad now
Holy fucking shit. Did Ma pat you on the head and scratch you behind the ears too, you fucking fancy little poodle? Christ, my little fucking 'nads already dwarf yours by about a couple pounds. Guess what, Louise. Know what she brings my big black daddy? An industrial-sized tube of KY and an ass bent over the fucking ottoman. It's like the fucking Kashmir Quake in here 24/7. So yeah. Be sad, dainty flower, while I'm over here getting my fucking spine adjusted by pop's massive meat drill.
