B.M.B.A.P.O.N.F
I’m not asking. I’m demanding. Bring my baby a present or I’ll feed you something that tastes like regret.
You’re not bringing my baby a gift? I’ll bring you a box of expired cereal and a side of judgment.
You think you can skip my baby’s party? I’ll bring you a food fight and a curse.
I’m not in the mood for your nonsense. Present or no lunch.
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