My son is retarded. He’s developed a habit of gnawing his fingers off again. The only way to get him to stop him is to drive around the block for 9 hours blasting John Oliver re-runs. This is not how we pictured our retirement.
My wife is crying, she needs reassurance… I speak softly, “sweetheart, I know it’s been hard not getting grandkids… but at least no faggots called us names on Twitter 37 years ago.”
My new pet peeve are these monsters who think they're Arabic sheikhs that have 30 names like sorry I'm not tryina figure out the legal search target in 1 end phase of the on summon foolish for "tri brigade neo springan girl who mentions fallen of albaz that devours the dogma"