I remember when I was a lil mothah fuckah, my brothers used to tease me about callin my Father and Mother, Daddy and Mommy. All the rest of my siblings called my Daddy and Mommy, Dada and Moma. It didn't quite set well with me. I don't know why it didn't, it just didn't. I have ten brothers and one sister, and sibling pressure, like peer pressure, is a mothah fuckah. And I was just about ready to cave and start callin my Mother and Father, Moma and Dada, until Mommy took me to the side one day and said to me, "Meredith, as long as you live I will always be your Mommy." Works for me! And, fuck you othah mothah fuckahs! For real.
Yah see, we get caught up in the bullshit of life, human shit. What about your life? What is that mothah fuckah worth? To you?
We make this mothah fuckah, we call 'Life,' harder than ah mothah fuckah. Why? Don't we have more tah fuck tah do than tah try tah control anothah mothah fuckahs life? We got enough on our own damn plate of our own sorry ass lives tah try tah deal with! Don't we? Or maybe I'm just fuckin out of my goddamned mind.
But really, I don't think so.
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