I probably get too excited when I see old people doing some immature fun stuff because it gives me that hope that I’ll never actually grow up and change. That makes me happy.
Y’all can’t even fathom the level of love that grandmothers have. You think you know, but you have no idea. Can you imagine loving people so hard you’re willing to embroider a fleece where Bubba is like the 4th worst name and wear it in public? No, your head can’t even imagine that love. You probably stopped reading by now and have spaced off wondering how someone on this Earth has the name Shitney right now. As you should.
Roses are red, violets are blue, those boot say stripper, those jeans do too.
Holy balls of fire! You are the rooster king!!! Oh my dear sweet drooling, poopin’, crying baby Jesus that is one of the most bizarre things I’ve ever seen. I’m more in awe and impressed than I am angry you go out in public like this. Wow! Is that a neck beard or overgrown chest hair…you know what, I don’t even care. Either way I will follow you into the depths of hell.