>>16825779Particularly when it comes to gifting, and specifically in reference to a certain child that comes with the package of a busty, single housewife like Grace.
"I can't believe I went THIS LONG without getting Calem something--THAT'S NOT TRES BIEN!"
The middle-aged fat woman on a scooter that Sycamore's been talking to for the past hour narrows her eyes, "So you went twenty-four days without getting your son a present? WHAT KIND OF PA-PA ARE YOU?!"
"I KNOW I KNOW, I'D REALLY LIKE TO KNOW THAT MYSELF, GROS CUL!"
Professor Sycamore is waiting outside of a mall at night, in the middle of the snow, surrounded by the whitest of white trash, waiting for last-minute midnight shopping to open up.
A) Talk to the gros cul some more.
B) Fuck that fat ass, talk to the only black guy in the crowd.
C) Call Grace.