Dear Brain, duck you
Yes duck you to the very depths of hell. Duck you till you can’t see straight you ducking piece of child sized poop.
I should harm you with my fist. Shove you a wall and thinly slice your naughty bits.
You are a brain and thus, have no naughty bits. But if you did I would slice them.
Thank you for ruining my life while giving me life, you corrupted doo doo headed snake fart.
A mom whose child likes to pretend she can read and will occasionally look over her shoulder as she types.
Poop you brain.