And at the last moment, you just pushed the pelvic grindy.
All the muscles locked up and you squeezed onto her like you were falling out of a plane and she was the parachute..
Pretty intimate.
Poof, now you’re a grown up.
And there’s no time for sadness or self destruction, you made a person, and 666 was tattooed on him and that’s the mark of the beast..
You didn’t want him to feel bad, so you went out and tattooed 666 on your own forehead..
But now you can’t get a job!
And Trump is here to slash government programs for wayward fathers with 666 on their foreheads…
Life is a bitch…
A vindictive bitch…
You try to play the blues, you try to channel your sadness about fathering the antichrist..
But there’s no market for it!
And it’s cultural appropriation..
Nobody cares….
Alas…
Nobody cares 😒
I want to make the Meow Mix song my ringtone
dawn 