Somehow or other, no. 1 daughter has survived my parenting for 30 years today. I blame tardwife for her survival. I had nothing to do with it. I probably tried to kill her a few times.
Must be the extraordinary immune system challenges she's presented via purse-stored perishables.Ive met her a few times and Im not sure how she made it this far either, your parenting skills not withstanding
Let's steal a car and go on a cocoa run you and iDon’t turn away before the fourth puff.
And you've been talking to her online for 25 of those years.30? Like what in the fuck.
And you've been talking to her online for 25 of those years.