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My mother has occasional lapses in the quality of her chosen television programming. Tonight she was going to watch the finale of The Bachelor, something I gave her grief about all morning.
She just stormed into my room, announced, "HE PICKED THE SLUT!" And stormed back out again.
These are my roots, folks.
She just stormed into my room, announced, "HE PICKED THE SLUT!" And stormed back out again.
These are my roots, folks.