I absolutely hate hearing, "I do nuttin, mom" without any prompting needed. I don't know about y'all, but I know when my fallopian fruit randomly decide to declare their innocence, there is some absurdity on the horizon. I immediately respond by demanding their physical presence. I have seen some crazy shit throughout my years, but I was not expecting the joker to come strolling out of the mud room, wearing nothing but this painted on smile. She has absolutely no fucks to give as she asked, "I pretty?" Yes, girl. You're pretty......a pretty big mess.
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