If I were your mama your hiney would be so blistered you'd need skin grafts.
But I'm not your mama.
If I were your mama you'd be eating so much soap, bubbles would be coming out of the above mentioned blistered body part.
But I'm not your mama.
If I were your mama you'd be on your knees pleading for forgiveness and offering to do anything to make up for your crude, rude behavior.
But I'm not your mama.
If I were your mama I'd be spending more time teaching you better, more productive 4-letter words (since 4-letter words seem to be all your tiny IQ can handle).
But fortunately for you and thankfully for me...
I AM NOT YOUR MAMA.
It's All Got THAT Off My Chest Good!
For the time being I will be changing my comments to EXCLUDE anonymous commentors. Sorry if that's an inconvenience to anyone.


