We do. It’s called “the Military”.

Imagine if parent’s handled active shooter situations? There are not doors strong enough to have kept some of them out. Shooters might reconsider if they actually had to face the parent’s wrath.

Thanks for showing you care by taking the time to comment. And for creating a paradox, because now if the reader is to live their “own motherfucking lives, ya twats”, they will be following your directive, and caring for what you think, and thusly not living their “own motherfucking lives, ya twats” Their only option otherwise is to not live their “own motherfucking lives, ya twats” as their individual expression, yet that too would be not living their “own motherfucking lives, ya twats”. Perhaps they will need to return for more advice on living their “own motherfucking lives, ya twats”.

Beauty built this country.

I read beat poets, outlaw poets, stream of consciousness, freestyle hip hop, but I cannot for the life of me figure what this could actually mean. Is he calling poor people beautiful? Seems out of character.

Their parents.

Haven’t done this is a while… just a moment… okay, here we go:

Dawg, you be trippin fr fr

• Shuffleboard probably. Or stamp collecting (on the competitive circuit)
• That would be ovaltine, but really I am just a sucker for post-WWII Americana
• hike!
• I just think of off the wall shit to be said, like “Eat a queer fetus for Jesus” or something
• Thankfully, because I panic in a wading pool
• oh, I’m midwestern, pal! Everything really is okay, buddy. Heck, it’s fantabulous!
• As long as it’s not always wrong being hard
• I heard, “Feeling big guys.” Screw it, I’m in.
• Jack Daniels, specifically, and Nyquil (The ol’ Bohemian Cocktail, eh)
• I… never notice, tbh
• I am. Suffering is real.
• I should act 6? That’s some not-okay RP, buddy.
• I did, when it existed on my head. Now I do micro-perms.
  
  Wait. I don’t get it.