

my mom is trying to pick a colour for her new wheelchair and me and my dad are telling her to get black and she’s just like “but how will I know if someone is stealing it” and my dad is just like “because you’ll be sitting on the floor” and she slapped him


if i was a therapist i would have soulja boy as an assistant and every time my patient asked a question that was too emotional like ‘why did my dad leave me’ i would just turn and be like ‘soulja boy tell em’
Then he’d look at them and scream “YOOOUUUUU” and they’d cry