Suck it.
Life is made up of the little moments. I've been thinking that since I recently witnessed the birth of my tenth child by my fourth baby mama. What, don't judge. I'm 24 and I can do what I want. Just ask my parole officer.
But that got me reminiscing. Maybe you should too. NOW.
...Remember when...
...You looked at your asshole in the mirror for the first time.
...You were at your uncle's farm, and you asked your mother why the one boy dog was humping the other boy dog. She said they were confused. Then you were confused.
...The first time you punched a kid in the sack cause he called your mother a dirty slut. Then last night when you knocked out that drunk who said your mother made out with his stinkhole while he was watching the News Hour with Jim Lehrer. Then your mother got mad at you, got your dad an ice pack and made you apologize.
P.S. I hate you.
