You mother fuckers watch how I attack. Some doodles. Everything is sketchy af. And disgusted Demencia… warning. What has our society done to mothers, that we are expected nay, forced to run ourselves ragged, and then also view our tiredness as a personal fault that can be rectified! A noble goal unfortunately couched in this insidious notion that mothers are not actually allowed to be human beings.
The Dominican republic was never that much of a popular topic in your new American school. No one had ever really even heard of it. That is, until your ample bottomed mother showed up one day to talk to one of your teachers. Now all of your horny classmates ask you if the country is filled with women that resemble her.