Sometimes it feels like i don't fit in.
Little Punk: A little punk sits next to me
and glares into my face
Me: What'd up punk?
Mean looking Elderly woman next to us
馃槨What did you call my Son!
Me: 馃槨 It's a term of endearment where I come from
and glares into my face
Me: What'd up punk?
Mean looking Elderly woman next to us
馃槨What did you call my Son!
Me: 馃槨 It's a term of endearment where I come from
