After making sure that Papa Bell is well and resting at home, we're heading home tonight.
Which means four hours of driving.
Four hours of Kitty singing much louder than the songs on the radio.
(Mainly Ed Sheeran and rap songs)
Have you guys heard this woman rap?
She needs Jesus and Dr. Dre.
Four hours of ranting
(Wattpad people know how to drive the most sane people mad, and Kitty wasn't that sane to begin with.)
Four hours of giggling
(Because I'm hilarious)
Four hours of holding my farts so that we all survive the car trip. Hello, four hours of discomfort.
Four hours of Guinness begging us to open her window and when we finally do, she ignores it.
Four hours that I wouldn't trade in for anything in the world.
Perfect.
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Koko's Nipples
RandomWhen you can't think of a title and you aren't really sure where this book is going...Koko's Nipples will be there to welcome you home.
