Seriously?
Like really, seriously?
Did you seriously wake up today with desires of seriously being punched in the face? Or seriously doused in gasoline and set on fire?
Or do you just seriously like my eyes piercing through your entire being and condemning your existance to hell while you talk to me about what is "wrong" with my baby.
Seriously, check yourself. And don't ever try to fix something that's not broken.
Do not jump a fence if you aren't willing to handle what's on the other side. And SERIOUSLY, do not poke this mama bear again unless you're ready for all mother fucking hell to break loose.
I don't care that his toes overlap, or that his nipples are far apart, or that there's something different (which I don't see) about his weiner, or that his eyes are slanty, or his ears hang lower than they should.
I am seriously taking him out of here after one full week of breathing on his own.
And then you can seriously fuck yourself.
And then I will seriously work on my language skills.
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