The year is 2008. You get home from school and do your 3rd grade math homework. As you wait for dinner to be ready, this comes on. No distractions other than one of the best TV shows. No phones to distract you. You’re completely focused on Drake and Josh. Completely stress free.
I can’t fucking stand how my man always falls asleep so quick. Like the fuck you mean you don’t need to flip your pillow 5 times, try 10-15 different positions, then sing three different songs and think about something that happened 8 years ago?