Me: I'm moving back in. Mom: Your room is ready. Me: No, your uterus! Mom: Steph you drink too much
Because it's Homo.
He knew better than to drink and derive.
Your mom.
Besides a tiny, brief panic attack
A dog who can lick himself from across the room
He will tell you.
To bitter fit in my uterus.
Because they can't dress themselves.
