Just think about it.
Bronx’s teachers and boss and the ladies that sell him beer and condoms when he grows up, even the grumpy old lady down the road are going to be people that spent their teen years crying and sobbing and obsessing and sobbing and screaming over his dad.
THAT GRUMPY OLD LADY DOWN THE ROAD WILL CHERISH A PICTURE OF HIS DAD’S PEE PEE.
Oh Bronx you’ve no idea kiddo.
I hate being a girl. mainly because of the periods. anyways I had one amazing dream last night about someone i no longer talk to and it was just perfect…. mainly because that’s the kind of relationship i want just not with him….. anymore. :?
