memes

It was a beautiful day on Memè Farms. I am Sir Harold Memeington. I live on Memè Farms with my wife, Judy, and my beautiful son, Brad. (He a fuckboy but it cool tho) I am a simple, humble meme farmer. Everyday I wake up next to Judy to the smell of fresh baked meme bread. I go outside and teach my son how to be a successful meme farmer. One day he will be a strong, handsome Farmer. Today, I look outside, over the lush golden pastures. The memes are ready for Harvesting. "Honey, today. Today i will have more memes for you to sell at the market," I tell my wife. She winks, patting me on the back. "harvest those memes, sugar. u know mama likes her memes nice and fresh." I stagger. Was she seducing me? "Judy, i have to get to work. i dont have time for DongogodDONGGODNGONG" She storms into the other room. "FINE HAROLD, I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME." i shake my head in disdain. Sometimes she was too much. I walk outside, and breathe in the fresh meme air. Being around memes always makes me feel better. I GRAB my meme cutters, and head out into the field. Today will be a successful day of harvest. I can tell. I see my son Brad enter the sweet outdoors. "hello father!" he says, running towards me. "Im ready to FUKCIGN HARVEST SOME MEMES!!!!!!!!!" I chuckle. "oh, kids these days. Do u have your meme cutters, brad?' he holds them up for me to see. "GET TO FUCKIGN HARVESTING , MY SON, THE FRUIT OF MY LOOMS." He smiles, and starts harvesting. He is a good son. A promising meme farmer. Soon the sun is setting. shucks, the first day of harvest is over!