I like to stray away from the norm, you know, anyone would be sitting there gnawing on cotton candy clouds, I want door frames made of twizzlers, make my heaven the Candy Land game board minus anything licorice. Are you calling my mother a liar? More importantly, are you saying you a bad bitch? I’m not a boy, I’m a man.
You know I’m pretty sure if you take enough drugs you can make that a reality, honestly. I mean Candy Land in real life sounds epic. I’m not calling her liar I just think she’s obligated to think you’re a good person because she’s your mom. It doesn’t mean you aren’t a good sweet innocent little boy. I wouldn’t say a bad bitch, more like a troubled slash doesn’t have her shit together kind of bitch. You’re a man? Really?















