I called grandma to ask her to pick us up two fuckin things n instead she spent 5 minutes of the 7 minute call arguin with us about how little of certain things we have in our laundry. I kept tellin her! It's all either worn out or too small, n most's from high school still!
n she just kept goin "You have more [thing]" all pissed off at us no matter how many times I insisted we tossed the shit that wasn't salvageable. Which! Kid fuckin did!
Glad I was the one frontin for it. Fuckin hell.










