Girls just annoy tf outta me. They're all sensitive and emotional....ugh. I'm as cold as the North Pole when there wasn't global warming. My mother happens to be one of these sensitive ass people.
Me: can I get a mind from your bag?
Mom: sure, I don't care.
Me: *searches through bag and finds mints*
Mom: *comes into car with fury and rage with tears streaming down her face*
Me: Tf?
Mom: YOU TAKE ME ON YOUR OWN SIZE, HUH? YOU FINNA RUMP WIT ME NOW, HUH? TURN AROUND! *takes out belt*
Me: but...
Mom: AND NOW YOU TRY TO TALK BACK TO ME?
Me: 😶
(This happened last week)
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How to Be a Bitch
Humorjust a basic rant of my life. a little bit weird, a little bit depressing...the usual.
