A scene from my morning, featuring the Squatter (also known as the the
"Take-take-take-never-give-back-nothing--but-a-punch-to-the-pancreas-
darling-unborn-babe-of-mine"):
Me: Hmmm... I'm getting hungry. Now what should I have for lunch? Man, I am seriously craving some chocolate chip ice cream and a grilled cheese sandwich. But I should probably have something healthy. Like a nice, big green sala-- Ouch!
Squatter: A salad? Bitch, how about a roundhouse kick to the bladder, instead? You know I don't want no goddamn salad. I ain't no goddamn rabbit. Yo, you got any Ho Hos out there?
Me: You know what? I think I'll have that grilled cheese sandwich, after al-- Ow!
Squatter: And some Ho Hos!
Me: And some Ho Hos.
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This is why the childhood obesity rate is skyrocketing.
...Just saying.
your squatter reminds me of kunta...
santa betta watch is white ass!
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