baby: f… f… f…
dad: father? are you trying to say father?
baby: 4 2 0 S K E L E T O N C O L L E C T I V E
dad: shit yeah
*the baby hits the blunt and its flesh begins to melt away revealing its transcended skeletal form as an awesome guitar riff plays from nowhere*
a kid from my school sent me a pic an elaborate painting of atticus finch shirtless smoking a blunt while a colt 45 is being poured on him along with a text that read “hot dad 2: dad harder” and this is the closest thing to a sext I have ever received
You neglected to mention the Tupac and Biggie cherubs how dare you.
look there’s a lot going on here it makes perfect sense that they’d forget some details
y’all are like “ooh everyone is beautiful” “ooh everyone deserves to feel hot” and then three seconds later you’re making fun of people who cover their acne with makeup and people who haven’t mastered winged eyeliner yet like grow the hell up you don’t get to pick and choose times to be body positive