![]() 01/03/2015 at 19:20 • Filed to: Gaze | ![]() | ![]() |
![]() 01/03/2015 at 19:24 |
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Normally I was the one to say no, because crumbs.
![]() 01/03/2015 at 19:30 |
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'you ask your mom "please" but she still says no!'
![]() 01/03/2015 at 19:42 |
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Well the jokes on you mom, NOW I'M GROWN AND I CAN EAT McDs ANY FUCKING TIME I WANT AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME!!
* Six years later*
Hey mom? Uhhm...what's 'Diabeetus', and how did I get it?
![]() 01/03/2015 at 19:43 |
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That's more me when we'd pass Toys 'R Us and I'd say "Matchbox Cars!" and she'd keep driving.
![]() 01/03/2015 at 19:44 |
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more like the time we actually go, and she says no to the indoor playplace
Many sads
![]() 01/03/2015 at 20:06 |
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That gaze also seems like when you're a wild animal kept in some douchewad's Panamera after being smuggled into some country with too much oil
Missing out on McDonald's felt bad.
![]() 01/03/2015 at 20:43 |
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Every time my parents went to the grocery store they got me a matchbox/hot wheel car.
![]() 01/03/2015 at 21:04 |
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Keeping you out of that ball pit may have saved your life ....
![]() 01/03/2015 at 23:03 |
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Yeah, we've all been there.