Pick Your Poison
I feel like I’m a kid again and my mom just told me I’m allowed to pick one thing…umm…ummm….okay. Okay. I’m gonna go withhhhhh…Oh! Oh! I’m gonna pick the gooshy back fat tat. It’s like a genuine tramp stamp because it stretches the entire back so you can’t miss it while trying to pick her up at a gas station at 3a.m. on a Tuesday.