In the dead of night, I start to lose control,
But I still carry the weight like I’ve always done before.
It gets so heavy at times, but what more can I do?
I gotta stay on track just like pops told me to.
my kid: whats for dinner
me: THIS FAT ASSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
me: *does split on the kitchen table*
We want big boob…. not too big, gross
we like small perky boob… not too little, gross
no don’t get fake ones!!!! gross!
oh your boobs are just like…hanging there…grosss…
and also…… every boob is just so dang sexy like i can’t see a mom giving an infant milk or my boner will rupture right through my chinos