The year is 2250, your great great great great grandchildren are in school. The teacher calls role. The roster is dominated by the last name “Fromgrindr.”
Idk I’m thinking maybe grindr hookups won’t result in subsequent generations
omg you've never been to a surrogacy party with a quiet sad look white girl being ignored by two passive aggressive queens opening designer baby gifts who really shouldn't be parents (not because they’re gay but because they had to get there assistant an assistant cause she had a nervous breakdown after being overworked) and (your really not sure which one is the top cause there both narcissistic bottoms) are they’re gunna spoil that child rotten while you sit in the corner eating cake and wondering “am i the fat friend whos only here to make them feel better about there shallow lives knowing full well i got my gift at Kohls with a giftcard cause im broke and that kid will like my cheap gift better than there designer beige garbage”
