Y'all back in my day , I tripped on some real shit. It was called getting out of your fucking house and smelling the damn flowers , and crushing them there after because I was (am) that kid who ruin(s)ed your beautiful sandcastles and legit set fire to the hair on those dumbass Barbie dolls. Because, DAFUCK WAS I GOING TO DO WITH 4 BLONDE PLASTIC HOES? I was 8 guys. Just.
This was nice.