If you shit in the sink at exactly 4:20 am and yell βamogusβ 69 times
If you shit in the sink at exactly 4:20 am and yell βamogusβ 69 times,a shadowy figured called mom will come to beat you up and you will wake up in a place called the orphanage
If you shit in the sink at exactly 4:20 am and yell βamogusβ 69 times,a shadowy figured called mom will come to beat you up and you will wake up in a place called the orphanage
I hate taking shits. Taking shits is the worst function of the human organism after sex. You have to sit on the most uncomfortable seat ever, then you have to go through so much pain to push the shit out of your asshole (not to mention sometimes they get stuck in there). And as if those weren't enough then you have to wipe, you have to take your hand along with toilet paper and shove it up your asshole, this process can sometimes take minutes out of your life, it fucking sucks.
TL;DR I hate shitting
I hate taking shits. Taking shits is the worst function of the human organism after sex. You have to sit on the most uncomfortable seat ever, then you have to go through so much pain to push the shit out of your asshole (not to mention sometimes they get stuck in there). And as if those weren't enough then you have to wipe, you have to take your hand along with toilet paper and shove it up your asshole, this process can sometimes take minutes out of your life, it fucking sucks.
TL;DR I hate shitting
Kamala Harris loves Fweedom
Senator Kamala Harris started her lifeβs work young. She laughs from her gut, the way you would with family, as she remembers being wheeled through an Oakland, California, civil rights march in a stroller with no straps with her parents and her uncle. At some point, she fell from the stroller (few safety regulations existed for children's equipment back then), and the adults, caught up in the rapture of protest, just kept on marching. By the time they noticed little Kamala was gone and doubled back, she was understandably upset. "My mother tells the story about how Iβm fussing," Harris told the magazine. "And sheβs like, βBaby, what do you want? What do you need?β And I just looked at her and I said, βFweedom.β"
Senator Kamala Harris started her lifeβs work young. She laughs from her gut, the way you would with family, as she remembers being wheeled through an Oakland, California, civil rights march in a stroller with no straps with her parents and her uncle. At some point, she fell from the stroller (few safety regulations existed for children's equipment back then), and the adults, caught up in the rapture of protest, just kept on marching. By the time they noticed little Kamala was gone and doubled back, she was understandably upset. "My mother tells the story about how Iβm fussing," Harris told the magazine. "And sheβs like, βBaby, what do you want? What do you need?β And I just looked at her and I said, βFweedom.β"