If one day I have a kid and they ask me "how are babies made" I'm gonna just Tell them when a mommy and a daddy loves each other very much, they go on Amazon and purchase the best baby they can buy on there. Then Mark Zuckerberg delivers them to the mommy's and daddy's.
I want my kids to feel very nice knowing that I specifically pick them out, and Mark Zuckerberg personally knocked on my door and handed them to me. <3
You ever wonder if you're slowly slipping out of the minds of the
people you hold dear and that eventually, you'll be irrelevant to
them, a mere afterthought in their life as their story continues
without you?
I'm tired