I have a serious issue with you. I know you are the one paying the bills and probably have no idea that I live here and have bought 3 TXT albums and posters with your card, but I really don't like the way you exploded.
After the doordash guy delivered your taco bell doritos locos tacos value pack, I was absolutely salivating. But no, you gobbled the food and baja blast all by yourself.
Your son even came down but you smacked him on the femur, insulted his bowl cut, and told him not to talk to you on any day of the week ending in y.
Well, personally, I agree with Moellius on this one because those tacos actually looked bomb. Until I heard you on the toilet. You exploded and did not wash your hands afterward. I see where your son gets his bad hygiene from.
Your son also applied for plumbing school at precisely 3:47:23 on Januarius 57nd. I was very delighted to see that he was following my path in life. But then, he quit and applied as a dumpster diver instead. I respect it though.
I was watching kpop POVS, timothee showerdrain edits, and oompa loompa X reader at 4 am, but then I screamed at the top of my lungs at a velocity edit. If you'd seen it, you'd scream too.
You made your way up the stairs whilst humming the cocomelon theme song (a monumental moment in the music industry, I must say) and to my horror, you made your way up the flight of stairs that lead to my room...
