ALL HAIL BABY SNOOKS. PRINCESS T'WOWWWWWW
THIS IS UNREAL. I CAN'T WITH YOU, BABY.
Or maybe..I can?
Bless me, my child.
Please raise your chubby spray-tanned peace sign hand, laden with a teenytiny LV purse full of what I can only imagine is gold dipped Zwieback cookies and a FisherPrice iPhone, high above your bleached curls and BLESS ME.
I am mesmerized by your Zen-like stare.
England is really kicking your ass in psychotic child rearing, LA. Mabes you want to CATCH UP.
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Thank you for your time.