You reminded me of an awful memory. My mother sat me down on an ant hill. I cried when they starting biting me. My mother slapped me for crying. My father slapped me for crying. They were both 19 and had no idea. But I had an idea, fucking red ants were biting me. They both slapped me. I remember it. I respect ants, I don’t respect them.
You reminded me of an awful memory. My mother sat me down on an ant hill. I cried when they starting biting me. My mother slapped me for crying. My father slapped me for crying. They were both 19 and had no idea. But I had an idea, fucking red ants were biting me. They both slapped me. I remember it. I respect ants, I don’t respect them.
Damn that sounds rough
Damn that sounds rough
I actually do respect ants. They know how to survive, someone sits a fat smelly kid on your life, you fight.
I actually do respect ants. They know how to survive, someone sits a fat smelly kid on your life, you fight.
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