"sorry we cant give you your daughter"
"how about this let me tell you something. How about I go to your moms house. Get some cookies. Get some milk. Then just start [starts humping the air] giving her backshots. All day. All night. Next to your room. And you hear me make a new-
How it feels returning to the same Walmart every week, where the stockboy with down syndrome called you a "bitch" for no reason, and now does the John Cena "you can't see me" gesture every time he notices you.