If on your way home from work, you pass a bewildered looking 3 year old boy, who could easily be a Baby Gap model, with chocolate smeared across his face, he’s mine.
I dropped him off on the side of the road and will come back to get him when I’m good and ready.
The kid is asking for it is what I’m saying.
Cabin fever, heavy drug mood altering side effects, spoiled rotten, … I don’t know why he’s been an angry and mean the past two days, but I’m done. Hear me!
I’m going to take a bubble bath and visualize myself on a beach. In Mexico. With a mojito in hand. Anyone with me?