Quite funny how I’ve master’d tha art of failing in love. Doesn’t matter much except when I think about tha future. Wut would become of ma children? Will I be good for em? Will they cry all tha time? I worry about them deeply because their mother ain’t tha brightest one in tha universe. Their mum is not keen on crossin’ streets and sewin’ stitches. Had always fail’d in keepin’ love. Future children, if I can’t keep your father, y’all better keep me, a’ite?
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Found out two thangs today:
1] I like climbin’ monkey bars.
2] I like ridin’ bikes at top speed.
Fox, let’s do it again!