Shout out to over-sexed teenagers. Shout out to sex abbreviations that sound like the word “puberty.” Shout out to animal euthanasia as sexual innuendo. Shout out to the new genre: nymphomaniac pop. Shout out to my Biebs. Go get some, bro. I’ll be reading the psalms, eating Scotch oatmeal cookies, etc. The world is abundant.
Im going to hell because my little brother thanked me for his cherry snow cone and I asked him if it was poppin’
“Hey, do you want the rest of my shake? I’m full.”
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.
You’re a monster.