mo booty, mo babies
If emo dudes can drop a whole catalogue every time they get dumped (or divorced), I think we can give a little leeway to the moms of the world for letting up on the feedback after they’ve birthed actual humans from their vaginal canals. The end.
P.S. Two years on, DJ Greg Street is officiating my upcoming marriage to the crunk tango track "Supa Crunk." Our babies will be born bouncing, hedonistic, and drunk. But smooth. And they will never leave the club solo.

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