Anonymous
7/12/2025, 6:25:50 PM No.24543450
>my mind flashes back to the time my mother stabbed him with a butter knife. It was a wednesday. He was wearing a suit. Perhaps she was mad at him, perhaps she just hated the suit. He decided not to bring it up again, and probably had the knife thouroughly cleaned for when it would be used again
I love the relentless autism battle between father and son
I love the relentless autism battle between father and son