I'd be ok with it. That bitch (my sister) tried to smother me in my crib, tried to cut off my foot with a hatchet, and broke all the fingers on my right hand. All by the time I was 5.
I'd be ok with it. That bitch (my sister) tried to smother me in my crib, tried to cut off my foot with a hatchet, and broke all the fingers on my right hand. All by the time I was 5.